The motel room door creaked as Molly slipped inside, her hand clutching a tattered map of the area. Bill, slouched on the bed, barely acknowledged her presence. "Found the place," she said, tossing the map onto his chest. "Fourth house down on Elm Street, party starts at 4 PM tomorrow." "Sounds like a piece of cake," Bill murmured, not looking up from his phone. "Piece of cake? We're breaking into a kids' party," Molly snorted. "The number of sweet-toothed five-year-olds could give us a run for our money." He chuckled, finally glancing at the map. "Bet you a buck we get away with it in under ten minutes." "Oh, I'll bet ten. Plus, I want cherry on top. Your cherry." "You know I always play for more than money," Bill grinned. "Typical," Molly rolled her eyes. "Alright, you're on. But the cherry's off-limits." He nodded reluctantly. "You know, I talked to Joe today. He said the host is some important exec, and these kids got some expensive toys." "Anything we can sell?" Molly's eyes glittered with interest. "Yeah, toys and... presents," Bill added, tapping the map, "right in this living room." "Oh my god, have you seen what those kids get for their birthday?" She paused dramatically. "Lego, dolls, maybe even a Dinosaur Setting Playskool!" "Playskool?" "Yeah, they're super-rare, about hundred each on black market. If we get a few, this could score big." "Alright, we're in." Bill jumped up suddenly, rubbing his hands together. "Scary teddy for me?" Molly asked hopefully. He scowled. "After I take Joe's cut. Plus ten percent of your half over a buck for the cherry addiction."