"Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly, the short, ginger-haired half of the notorious Thieving Twosome, hissed across the table of the abandoned Kindergarten's cafeteria, "we're gonna set a new record for the most ridiculous heist ever pulled off in this city, and we'll be laughing all the way to the pawnshop. Check it out." Bill, a lanky, long-limbed fellow, raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, Molly? And what dastardly deed are we discussing this time?" "Children's party." Bill choked on his displaying a mouthful of old, stale Cheddar puffs. "Are you serious?" he gasped, wiping the crumbs off his orange jumpsuit, the not-so-discreet uniform of Shady Acres Reformatory's "temporary" residents. Molly grinned. "As a night in solitary. I've cased the joint a few times now, Bill, and I'm telling you, it's practically begging to be robbed. Birthday parties are easy pickings; no one expects a couple of adults dressed as oversized bunnies to relieve them of their presents." "But... it's a children's party, Molly!" Bill spluttered, regaining some of his composure. "What kind of lowlife would steal from kids?" "The kind that's sick of eating gruel and franks three meals a day," Molly shot back, glowering at him. "Besides, rich kids, Bill! We're not stealing from the under