"I've got a new heist lined up, Bill," Molly said, leaning back in her chair. "A kid's birthday party at the community center." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what are we stealing - Sippy cups?" "Quiet you. This boy's mom and dad are loaded. I'm talking diamond studded teddy bears, gold-plated Nintendo Switches, private island memberships. We're going to walk outta there like Fort Knox got TP'd." "Right, so how are we gonna pull this off? Dress up like clowns?" Molly smirked. "Close. We go in as the entertainment. I'll be the pony who gives rides while you're the face painting magician who 'misplaces' all the gifts in your hat." Bill whistled. "Nice. So these kids get nothin' but a lousy show for their trouble?" "Exactly. And their parents won't even notice the presents are gone until all the little ones are tucked snug in bed. By then, we're long gone, living large on stuffed animal money. Whaddya say?" Bill grinned and shook his head. "You ain't half bad, girl. Let's do this before you come up with an even crazier scheme. Man, I gotta get me a better agent."