"Molly, listen up," Bill whispered, looking over his shoulder for any eavesdropping kids or party-loving adults. "The score's right in front of us—a children's birthday party. Picnic tables lined with presents, just begging to be liberated." Molly raised her eyebrow. "We're really stealing gifts from a bunch of snot-nosed kids?" "Oh, come on, they're loaded!" Bill reasoned. "Trust fund brats and their parents with too much money to burn. The economy's tanking, and we're doing them a favor. It's like Robin Hood, but with less green tights and more wrapping paper." "I don't know, Bill..." Molly trailed off, but her eyes betraying her curiosity as she eyed the loot. "Fine," Bill huffed, "but we're sticking to the unopened stuff, alright? No icky baby toys or used junk." They sipped their HiCis© and blended into the animated crowd of parents and children. The clown was in the middle of a performance, granting them the distraction they needed. "Here's the plan," Bill whispered, leaning in close. "I'll create a distraction by Pigeon-Man—I mean, doing the Macarena, while you sneak behind the table and grab the loot. Got it?" "Pigeon-Man?" Molly asked, trying not to laugh. "Forget it," Bill muttered. "Just do the drill, okay?" Molly made her way to the back of the table, ducking under balloon arch