"How the hell are we going to sneak into a children's party?" Bill asked, adjusting his tuxedo. Molly straightened her cocktail dress and checked her makeup in the mirror of their nondescript hotel room. "Darling, that's what makes this job so brilliant. The hosts will be too drunk on champagne and distracted to notice the buffet is being robbed right out from under their noses." "And if they do notice?" "Then we improvise." She smiled wickedly, her cherry red lips curling upwards. "Now buckle up, Bugsy. We're about to pull the heist of the century." They slid into the silver Rolls Royce, Molly's lackey Sam behind the wheel. On the drive over, she laid out the plan. "Ok, this party is at some tech mogul's estate. Highclass affair, all invite only. The password is 'Mandela'. Walk in, grab the presents, and get out. No more than seven minutes. We meet back at the hotel at 7pm sharp." "Yeah, and steal the cake. Don't know why- "No Bill. We don't steal food. Presents and purses only." Bill grumbled but Molly silenced him with a look. Soon, they pulled up to the estate front gate, where beefy guards with earpieces manned a security booth. Molly leaned over and whispered something lewd in the driver's ear. He gulped and waved them through. Molly preened as they climbed the marble steps and through the oak double doors. Further inside, glittering women and dull-eyed men sipped champagne, ignoring their spoiled rug rats shrieking on the trampoline. Molly made a beeline for the buffet. She unlocked the glass lid, snatching a small present and tucking it in her ample cleavage. Another in her clutch. Bill sighed but followed suit, adjusting his bow tie as he stuffed gifts in the jacket. Guests were spotting them - some raised eyebrows and one even squinted but no one wanted to call a scene in front of the birthday girl. And that was their opening. "Time to blow this joint," Molly purred to Bill, cocking her clutch like a weapon. "Cue the diversion." Suddenly, a small explosion cracked the night as Sam triggered the explosive. Shouts rang out "INCOMING" Bill groaned as Molly plunged into the mass of people. Men dove for wives, inbreeds screeched as she kicked and bit. She made off with more wedges. Getting in the car wth her load of stolen goods. "Not bad for a girls, eheh, wotz with the cake though?" "No food no food! Only fabric, fabric only!" She pushed the pedal to metal as they peeled out into the night towards the hotel.