"Look, it seems like an easy score, honestly," Molly said, her eyes darting around the playground. "We get in, surround the kids while everyone congratulates the birthday girl, snag all the presents, and fly. By the time anyone realizes the loot has vanished, the only witnesses are a bunch of toddlers with soggy cake and an attitude. Prow is the master of distracting kids, remember? He can handle the shorties." "That seems cold, Molly. These aren't just any children, they're toddlers. Think of their Christmas heartbreak if we-" "Oh spare me the judgy school skawit act, Sid, before school closures killed our deal our kinda>voyard."