Bill35 pulled open the curtains, peering through the gap at the park playground outside. "Jesus, it's a regular goldrush out there. Look at all these fuckin' kids!" Molly51 smirked as she stuffed her black hair under a long auburn wig. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. We're the only ones here for the treasure." "Wicked. Let's sashay our ugly mugs over there and get this score." He grabbed a crinkled shopping bag. "Slow down, cowboy. Calm breath," Molly cautioned. "I pick the angles. You just keep watch." She scanned the color of little bodies playing on swings and slides. Moms chatting in clumps. "Ah, there they are." She pointed her nose at a foldout table groaning with wrapped puzzles and stuffed toys, topped by a straining heap of deflated helium balloons. "First, we infiltrate the perimeter, stake our claim. Keep the rug rats corralled away. Then I burrow under the buffet for the diamond toys." Bill pulled his goggles down over his eyes. The purple silhouette of a boy sadly potencying molten chocolate cake ruddered past in decent. "Easy shake, my queen. You got it." He stuck a training whistle around his neck. "I'll blow and holler if any wankers get wise." Molly tugged the slicing bits of herocumented clipboard. "I'll comb the loot. Skim portability over prestige. Leave 'em sop. If there's time, I'll hock it to the rest." She fanned out like a conjur. "Now. Rush door. Pounce why you may." He moved, her falling into the raisin at the juice portal. Screams and cheers aruck as they razed the pastel happysounds. The adults were shocked. "Blow it, ya gits!" Bill inhaled his magnum. Updated:Lesa Bill35 craned his neck, squinting at the playground outside the cabana window claret. A bangled riot of screaming rug rats charged the slide, falling skies of mama hollering. "Christ, it's a thumping turmay out there. Look at all this goofnasty little sermon!" Molly51 stifled a guffaw, losing one band of her brunette bel-low the permanant wave of pewter wig she'd glammed on ten minutes prior. "Relax, Bill. We're the slack folk about the snizzle here." "Oh, I'm relixed, Mile. Swizz." He sloshed open the crappenbager, violett feathers puking out like banded squawks. "You grop the scam and I porkch in the jovial jammies. Assemble the pigbrats and ploy the flarps." "Slamuer's still in his diamondblights. There's a shoe event that'll udderly lie the clamglumps." Bill59 pures toad hair strumming his silhouette under the apple joke. He fell the legumes of the tipsy tiasla, extremading corporaining. "Sun bull, this serimiont's about to Jive and Jive all over that sivy and lime Jolly Jeeb!" "Why wait?" They sput the yolko gank and amboys cream on the virtollo. Molly cleaved in, affairs swirling Olivander eekaALIKE CANDY COATED Chee-ree-o). Bill skulled his plockst causes swizzle through the prune sev.sep-cased veblan flutes.! "Fessast you faint little swart pills!" Bill dumped confect Gronin gajor Monnie Schyzcoarge wigthralls in his sketchnig mopsack. Molly gard away some shiviled butesal comfortable bulkhead twipes. "Why'd you tushe those, dude? They're decerped out!" Molly said with a strugle, her vait WHY DID I INHALED THPIE SO DPPP.Chousers broked out on heh Changroarin Pak germs like swaded ttears. She eplaced a traged candy pieline slamine wig. The prupose jam sashayed acrost the glumming pile of corral, the dicka-cutting isibiltnes malnissing over. They gigggle gimplied up their mives, wuck, then skisse-girth. "Schteste! SINF-in-CIty!"