Molly adjusted her ski mask, peering sidelong at Bill. "You ready for this, partner?" "Ready as I'll ever be," Bill replied, double-checking his burglary tools. "Target's a fat baby's birthday, right? Should be easy pickings." Molly nodded. "Yeah, all the best loot from the presents. Skipping the actual robbery to go straight to the cash wing." Bill chuckled darkly. "Stealing from kids' birthday parties. Is this what they call 'being all grown up'?" "Says the guy caught with his hand in the ransom cookie jar last month," Molly shot back with a grin. "Let's just stick to the plan. We waltz in like we own the place, snatch the swag, waltz out." "Rule number one - don't get caught," Bill recited. "Rule number two - take the swag. Rule number three..." "Leave no witnesses," Molly finished. "Especially mini ones." Bill patted the large bag slung over his shoulder. "I've got capacity for at least a dozen two-year-olds." Molly frowned. "Holy cannoli, that's a little morbid. You're supposed to put the loot in there, not the kids." Bill shrugged. "Multi-purpose bag. Gotta be prepared. Now let's go rob junior blind."