"So, Bill, you're sure this is the place?" Molly asked, peering through her binoculars at the colorful, balloon-festooned house. "Yup, this is the one," Bill said, consulting his list. "It's supposed to be the blandest, most boring kids' party in town. The kind where the parents are too cheap to hire any real entertainment." "Awesome," Molly said, grinning. "That means more loot for us." The duo hid behind a nearby hedge, watching as the caterers pulled up with trays of identical-looking sandwiches and plastic partyware. Bill and Molly exchanged a glance, trying to stifle their laughter. "This is going to be too easy," Bill snickered. The two thieves donned their clown costumes—complete with oversized shoes and red noses—and slowly made their way towards the house, blending in with the recently-arrived partygoers. "Okay, Bill. You distract the adults while I head to the presents," Molly whispered, wiping a trail of werewolf blood from under her nose. "Piece of cake, I mean, present-cake," Bill said, winking. Molly slipped inside the house as Bill began twisting balloons into 'accidental' lewd shapes for the adults' amusement. The parents' attention diverted, Molly made her way to the dining room where the presents were piled precariously high. The price tags alone made her dizzy with greed. "You won't be with the brat-pack for much longer,"