Molly and Bill huddled in the dark alley behind the children's party. The faint sound of music and laughter carried on the night air. Bill whispered, "Now, Molly, this plan is foolproof. Or at least, as foolproof as stealing presents from a kid's party can be." Molly smirked. "Good thing we're such master thieves, huh? I'm more worried about the dad with theUMP-40 who insists on being the bouncer for the party." Bill chuckled. "We'll handle that. We got the silenced guns and the kid-sized distraction suits - zero chance of blowing our cover." Molly nodded, pulling on her earphones. "Okay then. Here's my distraction. 'Kay? 'Kay. Gotcha, bro. 'Kay, hitting the streets. Enjoy the show. I'll hail a ride home!" As Molly stepped out into the street light, using a killer grandpa look to snatch attention from the party, Bill scooted across the alley, spritzing perfume on visible wedding rings to pretend he was an unsuspecting party attendee looking to score a girlfriend. Nobody was paying attention to Bill. The bar was easy and he was school kid fast. Bill snuck into the party in his wifebeater looking like he was in on the fun with the kindergartners. Cheerfully mixing up the lemonade for a few giggling fans while the parents weren't looking - pockets full of presents to pocket. As he pressed against an air vent, Bill suddenly heard a distinct crackling. Alarm! Molly must have tipped her hand. He ran, finally emerging after ten panicked minutes, surprised to see a police squad car pull up to the back alley. An officer was unbuckling his nightstick as he stepped out. Mortified, Bill pushed back the hood of his wife beater revealing a hideous grilled cheese mask; both hands reaching in his pockets to scoop out the evidence, his eyes filled with the sorry tears of a comic book villain. "Hey mate!" The officer boomed as he walked over to convene with Bill. "Running an operation from the party could be a felony in New York. That's a toy gun, is it?" Bill nodded as he tried to pull out the presents in his pocket while deep in Wacky Hour thinking. "Yes, separate toys that are all new." The officer leaned in closer. "Don't worry, there'll be ramifications." Bill invariably pulled out the fake new iPhone he'd only lifted the top this for. "Yes, but what can you really do to me? Our crime is too smart." The officer frowned as he shook his head. "Well Beau, your innocence is dangerous! Get a girlfriend and grow up! Or you'll be putting more futures in jeopardy." Bill, looking up at the sky from behind the cardigan and buttoning his tie with the palm of his hand in a shaky indication of a formal gratitude, turned around to run away from that sobering reality when he realized he needed to call Molly. Could they make a quick getaway in all this chaos? "Dad, quick! Call for a ride. Uh...Mom call for a ride quick!" Bill cried to himself a rhyme-alone as the bubbles of his thought loomed: "No one remembers that thief. We remember the charge." He picked up a Barbie kept aside from the pile denoting desperation in those steely eyes that gazed from the U hair forever brunette head that would one day garner him a date even the police couldn't prevent. As the officer kneeled beside Bill, all hope began to fade like the skies billowing facts from their own stubborn numinous understanding. A tease of recognition flickered in their eyes like an early sun before it could pull the aurora of bale that dominates the air. laughter cackled across the party as the evening rang out under the chimes._error in the code_