Molly cracked her knuckles as she surveyed the bright, balloon-filled backyard. "Alright, Bill, we've got our mark. The infamous Five-Year-Old's Birthday Bash." Bill shifted uncomfortably in his black jumpsuit. "I don't know, Molly. I've never felt right about stealing from kids. It's like kicking a puppy." Molly snorted. "Sentimental fool. These kids are swimming in sugar and plastic toys. They won't even notice what's missing. Besides, it's not like we're taking their actual birthday cake... although, now that I think about it, that's not a bad idea." Bill shook his head. "You're a monster, Molly." "A monster with a plan," Molly retorted, unfurling a large map of the party layout. "Okay, here's how it goes down. You create a diversion near the bounce house while I slip into the gift tent and grab the loot. We meet back at the fence in ten minutes, presents in tow." Bill sighed. "What's the signal for the diversion?" Molly grinned mischievously. "Just start screaming 'Pinata!' at the top of your lungs. Trust me, it's a kid- party-stopper."