"Are you sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids?" Molly scrunched up her nose. "Seems a bit low, even for us." "Kids? Molly, they'll be fine. They get a sugar rush, bounce off the walls for an hour, then forget it ever happened. Besides, those presents are practically begging to be liberated." "Liberated? They're wrapped in Scooby-Doo paper!" Bill pulled a crumpled photo from his pocket. "Look, limited edition, signed Captain Comet action figures. These things are worth a fortune on the black market." "Fine, but if I'm tackling a seven-year-old holding a rubber chicken, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, we need a diversion. I was thinking... a clown?" Molly shuddered. "Don't even joke about clowns. Remember what happened last time?" “That was one time! The balloons were faulty, it wasn't my fault!” "They were helium-filled, Bill. You let go of the bouquet and they flew away. Five hundred helium balloons, Bill!" "Alright, alright! How about a magician? With doves? A disappearing act?" Molly sighed. "Fine. Just make sure he doesn't disappear with the loot. And no more clowns.”