"This is a first, even for us," Bill said, scratching his beard as they peered through the window at the children playing in the garden. "Stealing from kids. We've sunk low, Molly." "Hey, it's not our fault the mob boss wants his kid's party gifts back. Apparently, they were... misappropriated." Molly shrugged, a lopsided grin on her face. "Besides, it's a easy job. Cake walk." "If you say so. But I'm telling you, this feels wrong. Those kids are having a blast." "Oh, get over it, Bill. We're professionals. In, out, job done. No one gets hurt." She slapped him on the back. "Now, let's scope the place out. Any security?" "Just a couple of parents keeping an eye on things. And a lonely piñata hanging from that tree over there." "Piñata?" Molly's eyes lit up. "Now that could be useful. You know, for a distraction." "You're not thinking of filling it with--" "Oh yes," she interrupted, an evil glint in her eye, "I absolutely am." Bill sighed. "This is going to get messy." "Messy, but profitable. Now help me find some candy to stuff this thing with. The real fun starts when we unleash it on those kids." Bill shook his head, knowing better than to argue. Besides, the strange requests were part of the job. "At least it's not another bank job," he muttered.