“This is insane, Bill,” Molly hissed, clutching a ludicrously oversized plastic unicorn. “We’re stealing from kids.” Bill, already halfway into the party’s bouncy house, winked back at her. “Relax, they’ll get more. Besides, I’ve got my eye on the piñata. Full of candy, Molly. Candy!” Molly rolled her eyes. “You’re a terrible influence.” “I bring out the best in you,” Bill smirked, holding up a hand with a fistful of shiny, new toy cars. “Look, they’re practically begging to be taken.” Molly sighed, her gaze falling on a giggling mass of children in brightly colored birthday outfits. “I still think we should stick to banks, Bill.” “Banks are boring. Besides, where’s the fun in stealing from boring old men with bad haircuts?” Bill guffawed. “Now, where did I put that bag of balloons? I have a plan.”