Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled party invitation, tucked away in their cluttered van. The smell of old coffee and stale pizza hung heavy in the air. Molly, a wiry woman with hair like a raven's nest, traced the address with her finger. "A kids' party, Bill? Really?" Bill, built like a grizzly bear with a beard to match, shrugged. "Think about it, Mol. A hundred little brats, each bringing a gift. It's a goldmine." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You want to steal from kids?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Not from the kids. From the ungrateful parents who think a $50 toy makes up for missing every soccer game." Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "And how do we pull this off? Walk in with clown masks and say 'Trick or Treat'?" Bill grinned, pulling out two colorful costumes from behind the seat. "Nope. We go in as the entertainment."