Molly peered over the fence, her eyes scanning the colorful backyard filled with balloons and streamers. Bill crouched next to her, balancing a slice of pizza he'd swiped from a passing waiter. "Look at 'em, oblivious and stuffing their faces with cake," Molly whispered, gesturing towards the children giggling around a mountain of presents. Bill grunted, eyes glued to the candy-strewn piñata. "You got the distraction ready?" "Yeah, confetti bomb in T-minus two minutes. When I say 'oops'—that's your cue to grab as many as you can." Bill nodded, stuffing the last of his pizza into his mouth. "Oops then dash, got it." "And be stealthy. If a six-year-like Lara spots you, we're toast." "Question," Bill said, eyebrows knit together, "any chance I can grab a toy for myself? There's a remote control car I've had my eye on." Molly frowned. "Focus, Bill. Loads of loot and you want a toy car?" "Hey, even thieves need playtime." The confetti bomb exploded suddenly, scattering shimmers like a fireworks display. "Oops," Molly muttered under her breath. Bill bolted, arms spread wide, as he swooped towards the stack of gift-wrapped boxes like a hawk, leaving Molly shaking her head, half-amused, half-exasperated.