Molly adjusted her ski mask, giving her a rakish gleam. Bill, resplendent in a bright orange jumpsuit, nodded approvingly. "Right, let's run it down. We've got a kiddie party at the Pink Palace venue, host of a certain four-year-old's birthday bash. The birthday cake is a towering behemoth, the games are overpriced, and most importantly, we have a hundred unwrapped presents just begging to be stolen." The venue's playground equipment cast long shadows in the fading light. "What's the haul look like?" Molly asked. "We're talking stuffed animals, dollhouses, the works. I've got intel from a reliable source - a five-year-old with a gift receipt still in the garbage can - that there's a particularly sweet LEGO castle with the little dude's name on it. Not to mention an entire box of sparkly art supplies that'll make us the envy of every crafty thief in town." Bill craned his neck, eyeing the venue's entrances. "Four staff, one janitor, and a hundred sugar-shocked kids running wild. The real challenge will be getting out without getting a clown horn stuck up our... tails." Molly fingered the toy stun gun on her hip. "Leave the clown horn to the amateurs, Bill. We're the ones with the real magic."