Molly leaned against the dusty warehouse wall, her eyes fixed on Bill. "Bill, are you sure about this? Children's parties aren't exactly our usual gig." Bill shrugged, counting the lockpicks lined up on the table. "Might be a breeze, then. Less security, more profit. These parents are loaded." Molly laughed, a sound like tinkling glass. "Easy for you to say. You aren't the one dressing up like a clown." Bill grimaced. "Hey, at least it's not a tutu. Besides, who says we can't have a little fun?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Fun? Breaking and entering, stealing from kids? That's your idea of fun?" Bill winked. "Think of it as... reallocating resources. Those parents won't miss a few presents, and some kid out there will have the surprise of their life." "Speaking of surprises, what's the plan if we get caught?" Molly asked, her tone suddenly serious. "Relax, Mol. We'll be invisible in those costumes. Besides, you worry too much. It'll be fine." She sighed. "Fine. But if we end up on the news, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Bill grinned. "Now, let's get our clown on. The party's in an hour."