Molly and Bill crouched behind the brightly painted fence, eying the clown at the center of the garden. Molly whispered, "Are you sure about this, Bill? Stealing from a kids' party seems low." Bill smirked, "Where's your sense of adventure, Molly? Anyway, look at those gifts. Must be at least a dozen." "Those balloon animals don't exactly scream 'Fort Knox' security." "Exactly," Bill said, adjusting his ski mask with exaggerated care. "It's a piece of cake. Speaking of which, they probably have cake." "Chocolate or vanilla?" "Does it matter?" Bill laughed. "Stick to the plan: you distract with a juggling act, I'll grab the goods." Molly frowned. "I don't know how to juggle." "Then do balloon animals." "I can barely blow up a balloon without passing out." Bill rolled his eyes. "Fine, just do a dance or something. Anything to keep them busy." "How about I pretend to be a lost kid?" "You want to blend in while wearing a ski mask?" Molly shrugged. "I'm small; I could pass for a ten-year-old." "Yeah, a ten-year-old with a five-o'clock shadow." "If you think this is such a great idea, why don't you do the distraction?" "Because Molly, I don't do performances. I'm the brains." "And what am I, Bill?" "The indispensable sidekick. Now, ready?" "No, but when has that ever stopped us?" Bill grinned. "Let's make this the heist of the century. Ready, set, go!"