Molly pulled up alongside Bill in her rusty getaway van and rolled down the passenger window. Bill trotted over, baby blue polyester suit flapping in the wind. "You ready for this one, kid?" she asked, eyeing his outfit. Bill grinned. "Born ready! Let's swing by the candy store. I'm thinking Peppermint Patties and Reese's Pieces." "Attention span of a gnat. Focus," Molly sighed. "There's a kid's birthday party bursting with loot two blocks that way. Finger puppets, rubber chickens, enough debt to make broke toys envious." "Ain't no finger puppet worth 5 Benjamins." She gave him a look. "Then there's the cake. Five tiers of sweet, creamy gold." Bill perked up. "You had me at 'jamins. Let's case this joint." They pulled up to a suburban split-level, streamers flapping from the eaves. The sounds of a calliope and shrieking children floated out. An inflatable castle bounced in the yard. Molly checked her package. "You know the drill? In through the dog door, out the dog door. Keep it tidy." Bill adjusted his pastel mask. "You want first grabs on the cake?" The fox and cat scurried in through an open dog door in the back. Floog lights and streamers decorated the rumpus room. Glittery presents towered several tea parties high in the corner. Bill bee-lined for the candy buffet. "BILL! Presents first!" Molly hissed. She began her housekeeping, plowing through the booty with glee. Bill emerged with a half-eaten Peppermint Patty. "B-but I just wanted a lil snack." Molly shoved a stuffed giraffe into her duffel bag. "You and your metaphors... Grab the crayon cash." Bill huffed but obliged, skittering amongst the markers and carnivals. "I'm telling you, these kids are flossing their duckets on under-aged drinking! I just copped a par-tay oppy bag onesy!" Molly wrestled with the piñata. "In for a peso, in for a whole piggy bank. Top shelf's got the teeth and alignItems" Bill paused, wrinkling his nose. "Uh...that ain't teeth." "Yeah. I know, right? What is it?" Suddenly, the piano struck Erin go Bragh. Bill's head whipped up. "NEON!" Molly whirled. A dozen underagers wielding Nerf blasters swept into the room, laser sights raking the toys. "SOUL STEALERS!" the birthdaygirl dolphin shrieked. "Thar's our loot!" "Saddle up!" Molly hugged the wall as a spat of foam assaulted the rubber chicken. Bill dove for the dog door but a blast caught him on the flank. "They are...too...tiny!" Molly thought fast. That's when she spied it, the magic word: CAKE. "Bill Yar LOCAL FLAVOR!" She hoofed the confection at the mob. The frosting arced into the neck, immediately distracting the little vandals. "AHH! I'm telling MAMAAAAAA!!" A flood of orcs swarmed the target, an honest-to-gosh feeding frenzy. Bill and Molly hoofed it out the dog door in record time. They peeled out of the on an adult HB, the bird surprised but creature. Bill licked his fingers. "That cake..." Molly cackled. "Flakes for days! Tomorrow...the Finger Puppet Launderers!"