"Molly, are you sure about this?" Bill adjusted his colourful beanie, pulling it low over his eyes. "Don't parties usually have, you know, kids?" Molly, clad in a polka-dot dress that strained at the seams, shoved a handful of party poppers in her bag. "Relax, Bill. It's a cake-and-dash job. We blend in, grab the loot while they're distracted, and vanish quicker than you can say 'Happy Birthday'." "But what if they expect us to play pin the tail on the donkey?" Bill whimpered. Molly patted the crowbar tucked discreetly under her skirt. "Then you better brush up on your donkey anatomy." She grinned, "Because this donkey's about to get plundered."