Molly traced a grubby finger along the crayon drawing. It depicted a lopsided creature with mismatched wings and an alarming number of teeth. “So, this is Herbert the Horrible, huh? Your inside source has terrible taste in imaginary friends.” Bill snatched the paper back, shoving it into his pocket. “Hey, Timmy’s going through a phase. Doesn't mean he won't know a good piñata when he sees one. And that piñata," Bill tapped his pocket for emphasis, "is shaped like Herbert and stuffed with expensive action figures.” Molly wrinkled her nose. “Action figures that are going to smell faintly of sweaty five-year-old for the rest of their plastic lives.” “They’re collectibles, Molly. Limited edition. We’ll douse them in hand sanitiser, list them online, and bam! Early retirement.” Bill leaned back, already tasting the piña coladas on a beach somewhere. “Right, because stealing from children screams ‘beach life’,” Molly muttered. “We’re not stealing from children, we’re liberating overpriced plastic from the clutches of sugar-crazed maniacs!” “That’s what we’re calling them now? Look, stealing from a kid’s birthday party is low, even for us.” “It’s a costume party!” Bill insisted, his voice cracking slightly. “We’ll blend right in.” Molly raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bill’s lanky frame. “And what costume did you have in mind? The ever-popular ‘Overgrown Man Who Accidentally Wandered In Looking For The Bathroom’?” “Funny. Very funny. We’re going as pirates. I already got the eye patch.” He pulled a black eye patch from his pocket with a flourish, accidentally scattering a handful of glitter and sequins across the table. Molly stared at the glitter, then back at Bill. “Please tell me you didn't steal that from a child.” Bill coughed, stuffing the eye patch and sequins back in his pocket. "It was... a necessary acquisition. Besides, Timmy’s mom went overboard with the party favors. There’s enough glitter in that house to make Liberace blush.” Molly sighed. “You know, for someone who’s opposed to stealing from children, you seem awfully comfortable with the idea of robbing their party blind.” Bill grinned, unfazed. “That’s the beauty of being a pirate, love. Morality’s fluid. Now, about that escape route…”