Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves, sat hunched over a fold-out table littered with tiny plastic ponies, brightly colored streamers, and a half-eaten cake. The dimly lit storage unit they'd commandeered for their planning session reeked of stale helium and old balloons. Their target: Jillian's fourth birthday party at the city's swankiest indoor jungle gym. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered conspiratorially, wiping a loose piece of pale pink frosting off her chin, "Here's the plan. We've got an hour and a half left before the party's over. Parents will be distractactic--distractified, dist---" "Distracted?" Bill offered in a low voice, trying not to laugh. "Yes, thanks. While the parents are distracted by the magician making his grand escape from the inflatable hippopotamus, that's our window to strike. We sneak in, grab all the loot, and ghost. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Bill frowned, "Wait, when did this become a heist for four-year-olds, M?" Molly shrugged, "I don't know, but listen. Jillian's dad, Mr. McGee, owes us big time. He screwed over our guy, and the boss wants us to teach him a lesson." Bill's eyes widened, "Wait, we're stealing presents from a bunch of kids? That's a new low, even for us." "Hey, I'