"You up for a job, Molly?" Bill asked, twirling his wrist with an ornate silver lighter. "I got my eye on a sweet score." "Depends," Molly replied. "What's the target?" "I'm talkin' about one of them fancy kid's birthday parties. Full spread, hundred guests, and most importantly..." Bill reached into his jacket and pulled out a photograph. Shown was a huge pile of colorfully wrapped presents, stacked almost to the ceiling of a mansion ballroom. "Son of a bitch," Molly breathed. "Those must be worth a fortune all together!" "Damn straight," Bill nodded. "But we gotta move quick. This shindig is tonight, and the security will be tight as a drum. We need an inside guy." Molly took the photo and examined it closely. "I think I know just the man for the job. Bobby Bits, used to be a ringmaster before he blew his knee out. He'd work cheap for a cut of the take, and he can blend right in pretending to be an entertainer." "Great minds think alike," Bill grinned. "Except I already booked little Bobby. He can charm the socks off them, and make us a fortune too. What do ya say, Molly? We in?" Molly clapped a hand on Bill's shoulder and grinned back. "Hell yeah, I'm in. Let's show those rich bastards what real magic looks like."