Molly, a tall blonde with a penchant for tight-fitting dark clothes, peered through the cracks of the colorful streamers draped over the house, eyeing the bustling children's party inside. It was just as well-executed as she had expected from such an affluent neighborhood. She turned to Bill, who was trying and failing to blend into the surrounding decorations in his stained trench coat. "Are you sure we can't hit a jewelry store instead, doll?" he whined, scratching at his stubble. "I mean, kids' parties are just creepy, and you know how I feel about clowns." "It's a children's party, Bill," Molly retorted, condescendingly. "And no, we can't. Trust me, the take here will be worth it. These kids are loaded, and their parents don't even bat an eye at spending a fortune on this nonsense." Bill sighed, rock- paper- scissoring with himself to see if he could ever win against Molly's ironclad logic. "Fine, but if I end up on one of those 'doped magicians 'til you drop' videos, I'm never forgiving you." "Relax, Bozo." Molly winked, elbowing him in the ribs. "We're not here for the entertainment. Just stick to the plan and it'll be like we were never here." The duo donned their most convincing disguises: Bill as a rusty-looking robot with exaggerated gestures, and Molly as a walking, talking unicorn. They made their way into the party, gaining entry under the noses of the