Molly and Bill were hunched over a crudely drawn map of the neighborhood park, their fingers hovering over the X that marked their next target. It was a children's birthday party, and the loot? All the presents, tastefully wrapped and begging to be liberated from their ribbons and used to line the pockets of the morally flexible duo. "So, Bill," Molly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "you've got your wwwaaaodore, right?" she drawled, waving her hand in front of her nose playfully. "Hey, I showered," he grumbled, scratching his disheveled hair. "It's hard to smell like a rose when we're camping in a van down by the river." Molly snorted. "That might actually be an upgrade from your normal scent," she quipped. Bill elbowed her in the ribs, laughter in his eyes. "oi! Watch it, or I'll tell the clown you're allergic to balloon animals." Molly widened her eyes in mock horror. "You wouldn't!" "Alright, alright," Bill said, waving his hands in surrender. "Let's focus on the mission at hand, Red Riding Hoodlum. We'll approach from opposite sides of the playground. You create a diversion, and I'll slip in and grab the loot sacks." Molly grinned. "It's like that, eh?" she purred, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. "Mature, Molly, real mature," Bill deadpanned. "Just shut up and put on your clow