"C'mon, Molly, focus!" Bill hissed. "This is the sweetest gig we've come across all year. A children's party with an unguarded present stash? We're practically already on a beach sipping margaritas." "I know, I know," Molly groaned. "It's just... stealing from kids' parties? Don't they already have enough birthday-induced anxiety?" Bill stared at her incredulously. "Molly, it's called a heist, not a hippie siddown. Besides, these kids are the ones who'll grow up to be the CEOs who'll screw us over. It's just a little karma dipped in wrapping paper." Molly sighed. "Fine. I can't argue with your twisted logic. So, what's the plan, anyway? Hypnotize the piñata into giving up the loot?" Bill rolled his eyes. "No, we're going in like a clown and a... I don't know, a magician's assistant. We'll mingle, distract the adults, and then when the kids are busy opening presents, we'll make like Cinderella and le