"Molly, what in the world are you talking about?" Bill asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Robbing a kids' birthday party? That's beyond low, even for us." Molly grinned impishly. "Ah c'mon, don't be such a party pooper! I'm tellin' ya, it'll be a piece of cake - or should I say, the cake will be ours! Heh. Plenty of presents to pilfer while those little rug-rats are distracted with balloons and a clown squirting snot rockets." She snickered. Bill rubbed his temples. "I don't know, Molly... This just feels plain wrong. Stealing from kids? On their birthdays? That's like Cheesy-Santa-Clause-meets-the-Grinch-level of scummy." "Dude, where's your sense of adventure? Your get-rich-quick spirit? We're not knights in shining armor here, we're thieves! Professionals! And a heist is a heist, no matter the target." She jabbed a finger at him accusingly. Bill sighed heavily. "I guess you have a point. Against my better judgement. But if we're doing this... I get first pick of the loot. Call me selfish, but I wanna make off with the best toys before you lay claim to 'em. Them kids be gettin' all the good stuff these days!" He smirked. "Deal. But let's see if you can even carry your weight in plushies and GI Joes, butterfingers. Operation: Kidz Bop Bandits commences Sunday at high noon. Be ready with your A-game, partner. Or be ready for a NERF-sword ass-whooping for holding us back!" Molly cackled maniacally.