"Hey, Molly," Bill whispered, peeking through the bushes at the colorful bounce house and clusters of giggling kids. "You sure about this one?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. It's just a bunch of rugrats. Easy pickings." "I dunno," Bill said, scratching his head. "Stealing from kids seems a bit low, even for us." "Don't get all moral on me now," Molly scoffed. "We're professionals, remember? Besides, these brats have all the good loot – game consoles, tablets, you name it." Bill sighed. "Alright, but if one of 'em starts crying, I'm out." "Deal," Molly said, adjusting her ski mask. "Now, here's the plan..." As Molly outlined their daring heist, Bill couldn't shake the feeling that they might be in over their heads this time. But with Molly's determination and his reluctant agreement, they were about to pull off the most outrageous – and possibly regrettable – caper of their careers.