The smell of sugar and desperation wafted through the air as Molly and Bill cased the joint. A children's party in full swing, complete with a bouncy castle, a clown, and enough screaming kids to make their ears ache. They stood behind a dumpster, dressed in their best cat burglar attire, surveying the chaos. Molly adjusted her black gloves, her eyes fixed on the giant pile of presents in the center of the room. "I've got a good feeling about this one, Bill." Bill snorted, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the party. "You're kidding, right? This is a children's party. We're basically robbing a bunch of toddlers." Molly shot him a look. "Hey, those toddlers have some sweet gifts. I've seen the guest list, and let's just say some of these kids have very generous parents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're really okay with stealing from kids?" Molly shrugged. "It's all about the Benjamins, baby. Besides, they'll just get more stuff. It's not like we're stealing their innocence... although, that clown might be doing a good job of that." The two thieves shared a look, then nodded in unison. It was go time.