Molly nervously paced back and forth across the cramped hotel room, glancing out the window at the sparkling pool below as the sun dipped below the horizon. "I still don't think this is a great idea," she muttered, more to herself than to Bill. He rolled his eyes as he sorted through their lockpicks and wire cutters, packing them neatly into black canvas bags. "Oh come on, Molly, lighten up! We've been over this. It's the easiest score we'll ever make. Rich kid's birthday party, hundreds of expensive presents, and the whole place will be distracted by a clown and a bouncy castle. We'll be in and out with the good stuff before they even notice we're gone." Molly sighed, stopping her pacing and falling onto the bed with a resigned huff. "I guess you're right. But I feel awful about stealing from little kids. It just seems so...pathetic." Bill snorted. "Those little trust fund brats will never miss a few video games and dolls. Trust me, they'll have them replaced within the hour." He tucked a glinting platinum bar into his pocket, a memento from their last job robbing a Vegas vault. Rubbing his hands together, he said "Alright, here's the plan. You scope the joint and find the gift table. I'll shimmy up the drain pipe and in through the AC unit. Meet me on the west wall at 9pm sharp. And don't forget your costume!" Molly groaned. "I hate these costumes. Why do we have to dress up? And as a bumblebee no less!" Bill shrugged. "Blends in with the other idiot adults and hired help. Now less chat, more packing. I called in that favor, so the clown van will be waiting for us two blocks away. Soon as we get the loot, we're wheels up." An hour later, Molly adjusted her fuzzy bee headpiece and slipped out the room's side door, carrying a large prop cake box. The party was in full swing, tinny Pop music blaring from the lawn and shrieking children packed into a bouncy spider web. She spotted the row of presents piled high, guarded by an inattentive Server. Perfect. Noticing a harried looking woman doling out goodie bags, she sidled up and stage-whispered. "Hey Janet, what's up? I'm the bee." Molly tugged her cowbell-covered wristbands. "Ah, you're here! Give it to your father and remind him, no blood!" "Sure, sure." Molly grabbed a bag and casually sidled over to the presents. She knelt down and opened the fake cake box, pulling out her tools. Within a minute, she had the lock popped, piling wrapped boxes into her bag. Just then, a tiny pink sparky ball bounced off her back. She whirled to see three glittery princesses gaping up at her. The tallest, who looked about 6, grinned winningly. "Hi Mister Bee! My momma gave you instructions!" Molly heart sank. So much for easy. She forced a smile and scooped up the kid. "Uh, yeah, about that...your mom wanted me to help your daddy, okay? Why don't I take you back to him so you can eat your cake?" Wide blue eyes met hers, then the girl squirmed, kicking and wailing that she wasn't hungry and just wanted to bounce! Guessing she'd rather make a scene, Molly leaned close and hissed, "Listen sweetie, I gotta borrow a couple things. I'll bring them right back! Your dad will get in big trouble if you tell anyone I was here, got it?" The girl sniffed, blubbering. "Okay..." Molly caught her bag and ran. She wasn't 10 steps past the hedge when alarms started wailing. Bill! She whipped around a corner and ditched the bag in the shadows. Two guards were toting toward her, reaching for radios. Ducking her head, she ran for the road and vaulted into the open van. "What took so long!" Bill yelped, whipping into gear. "Little accomplices. That's so us," Molly muttered as they bullied through the traffic, police cars screaming behind them. "No more parties, yeah?"