Molly adjusted her purple knit gloves, looking over the children's party tents through her binoculars. "This is a piece of cake, Bill. You ready?" Bill tugged at his oversized bow tie. "Can't say I'm thrilled about the kids' party part." "Relax, it's just a bunch of toddlers. Easy pickings," Molly whispered. A red balloon floated up near Bill. He swatted at it angrily. "I just don't like kids, alright? They smell like medicine." Molly grinned. "They won't smell anything with all that cake in the air." She glanced at her watch. "OK, here's the plan. You go in first, get the moms distracted. I'll sneak over to the gift table. Simple." Bill sighed. "Fine, but if any of them try to hug me or ask where my mommy is, I'm bailing." "Deal," Molly said, already inching towards the gate. "Remember, eye on the prize. See you in five."