Molly adjusted the oversized bunny ears, feeling a pang of self-consciousness. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill? We're going to blend right in with the five-year-olds." Bill, sporting a clown nose that looked suspiciously like a real one, winked. "Relax, Moll. The kids will be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us." He pointed to a massive, brightly coloured piñata hanging from the backyard oak tree. This was the perfect opportunity. A children's birthday party, overflowing with presents, and a single pinata filled with sugary treats. It was a heist tailor-made for them. “We just need to find a way to get past the parents," Molly whispered. Glancing at the overflowing table laden with cupcakes and balloons, inspiration struck. "One word: cake."