“You’re sure this is a good idea, Bill?” Molly squinted at the sprawling backyard through the gauzy curtains. Multicolored balloons bobbed in the breeze like drunken jellyfish. "It’s a kids’ party. They’ll have water balloons and pin the tail on the donkey. This whole thing feels… sticky." Bill, clad in a ludicrously oversized clown suit, pulled a face. “You’re saying you’d rather be back at the apartment, watching paint dry?” “No, it’s just… this feels wrong.” “Wrong? Wrong is breaking into a bank and taking five grand. This is kid’s stuff.” Bill patted his vest pocket. “Candy, toys, and enough cash to buy us a trip to the Bahamas. This is a win-win.” He winked. “Besides, what could possibly go wrong?” Molly frowned. “What if someone calls the police?” Her eyes darted to the entrance. “What if they all have cameras?” “Relax. I’ve got this.” Bill gave her a toothy grin. "We’ll be in and out before the birthday cake is even served." He nudged her towards the door. "Come on, let's go."