Molly adjusted the tiny tiara on her head, eyeing the illustration of a castle on the oversized birthday cake. "Okay, so we need to hit the party within the next hour. I've got the invite to the password, and the party is still in full swing." Bill stuffed his face with popcorn from the bucket in his hands, his eyes rolling with excitement. "Get in, grab the loot, and get out. Easy peasy." Molly dodged a wayward balloon. "Not if we're lucky. I've seen these kinds of parties before. Forget the cake, the goody bags are where it's at." Bill popped a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it. "All those tiny wrapped presents just ripe for the picking." Molly winced. "Not 'picking' exactly. We need to be swift, and professional. No muss, no fuss." Bill chuckled. "Professional. That's our motto, isn't it?" A squeal of laughter erupted from the backyard, and the sound of screams and music mingled in the air. Molly frowned. "Just nod your head, smile, and pretend we're a couple of eager parents if you get stopped." Bill stood up, attempting – and failing – to straighten his tie. "I'll blend right in. I'm practically a pro at being a fake parent." Molly studied the floorplan she'd snatched from the mailbox. "Check this out. The goody bags are on a table by the snack bar. We'll need to create a diversion." Bill popped another piece of popcorn. "Like what?" Molly nodded towards the cake, now being devoured by a group of gleeful children. "Get in there, grab the cake, and shout 'Surprise!' I'll work on the goody bags." Bill's eyes lit up. "Oh, I was born for this. Time to shine." Without warning, a shrill cry pierced the air, and the party music stopped abruptly. A small boy stood facing the crowd, a box stuck to his head. "Mama, watch out!" Molly's eyes met Bill's, a silent signal flickering between them. Molly winked. "I think we have our diversion." With the chaos erupting around them, Molly and Bill slipped into the shadows, their eyes fixed on the prize: the goody bags and their precious cargo.