Molly crouched in the alleyway, eyes fixed on the bouncing castle as the sound system throbbed out a cacophony of kids' music. Bill checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "You sure this is the best time to hit it?" Molly asked, voice low. "I mean, it's not exactly a bank vault in there." "No, it's a bank vault of adorable terror," Bill replied, grinning. Molly rolled her eyes. "Let's focus. We have to move fast, snag the presents, and get out before they come for us with Play-Doh." "The decorations are going to be a nightmare," Bill muttered, "but I got the sprinkles layout memorized. Cake, cupcakes, and a piñata should give us a clear path to the gift table." "A piñata is our get-out-of-jail-free card?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Hey, that party planner, Sue, has a weakness for rainbow-confetti. We just need to punch our way to the loot. Literally." Molly chuckled, a far-off look in her eye. "It's days like this I wonder how I got stuck with a partner who uses 'literally' as a verb." Bill chuckled. "Hey, when you're stealing from kids, you want your toolbox to be versatile." "And your vocabulary?" Molly shot back.