"I still say this is a terrible idea," Molly grumbled, shoving her hands into the pockets of her parka as she and Bill trudged through the snow towards the mansion. Bill smirked. "Oh come on, don't ruin the mood! We'll be in and out in no time. The wrapping paper won't even have time to notice the presents are gone." "I'm just worried these kids will freak out when their loot disappears in front of their eyes." "Yeah, about that," Bill said. "I may have forgotten to mention the part where they'll be distracted by a clown. A very talented clown who can juggle squirrels. With his teeth." Molly blinked. "WHAT? Squirrels?" "Yep, thought that touch of whimsy would really sell it. Plus they'll be too focused on not getting bloodstains on their party dresses to care about the presents. I'm a genius." "You know, if Hailey from accounting told me I'd be robbing a bunch of toddlers' birthday today, I'd have told her to lay off the NyQuil." Molly kicked a snowbank. Bill grinned. "Ah, that's why I work alone. No one else is crazy - I mean, cool - enough for these sweet itineraries. What's the worst that could happen?" Molly could think of three things. Pulling on her wool cap, she sighed. "Oh boy..."