Molly drummed her fingers on the kitchen table, gazing intensely at her partner in crime. "Okay Bill, listen up. I've got the whole scheme mapped out." Bill plopped down across from her, wiping sweat from his brow. "Go on then. I'm all ears, doll. But make it quick 'fore I nod off." "We're gonna hit that fancy dancy little 5th birthday thingamajig the mayor's throwing for his punk kid. Get in, sweep up all the loot in them colorful boxes, then get out." Bill sat straighter, eyes widening. "Huh? Steal from a buncha snot-nosed rugrats? Ain't that going a mite too far, even for us?" "Please. Those little munchkins won't even notice. Too busy whinin' for more cake and pin the tail on the donkey. It'll be the easiest score ever." Bill pursed his lips. "I dunno. Seems kinda...unethical, ya know? Picking on some puny mites." Molly snorted derisively. "Who gives one tiny hoot about ethics? We're criminals Bill. Now help me plot this or I'll pinch a friggin' kidney right now."