“Can you believe it?” Molly whispered, her eyes glued to the gaudy pink and blue decorations. “A whole party dedicated to a five-year-old who thinks dinosaurs are extinct? Talk about a sad state of affairs.” Bill grunted. “Don’t get your hopes up. There’s no telling what a bunch of kids would consider a good present. We could end up with a bag full of plastic shovels and Hello Kitty band-aids.” “Hey, don’t knock it. We could probably flip those Hello Kitty band-aids for a pretty penny on the black market.” Molly winked. “Maybe we should add a few broken crayons to the haul as well.” “Are you kidding me? This is serious business.” Bill frowned. “We need to get our priorities straight. The goal is the expensive stuff – the ones that have actual resale value.” “Then we need a plan. A foolproof plan to snatch those presents without raising suspicion,” Molly smirked. “Speaking of plans… I found the perfect hiding spot.” She pointed towards a giant inflatable unicorn, its bright pink horn shimmering in the evening sun. Bill rolled his eyes. “You’re going to hide in a freaking unicorn? Are you insane?” Molly shrugged, grinning. “Who’s going to suspect a gigantic pink unicorn is harboring a couple of master thieves?”