Molly rummaged through the brochures on her kitchen counter, stopping at the one with the cartoon clown on the front. "Kiddie Palooza, the most epic children's party of the year. This is it, Bill. The mother lode of presents." Bill leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. "You want to steal from kids?" "Not from the kids, from the parents," Molly corrected. "Those guys are made of money. Designer toys, gadgets, and cash. We can make a killing." "Assuming we don't get caught by a pack of sugar-high six-year-olds," Bill said dryly. "We'll be in and out, like pros. Besides, who's going to suspect a thing? 'Hey, where's Timmy's expensive robot dog?' 'Oh, he must have left it at home...or it was stolen by skilled thieves.'" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Molly grinned mischievously. "I've been casing this party for weeks. I know the layout, the schedule, the snack table. We'll blend right in with the hired entertainment." "And what's our supposed act?" "I was thinking we could be... balloon animal specialists."