"The Gingerbread Gang has a reputation to uphold, Molly, and I won't let some bratty kids and their birthday loot tarnish our record," Bill snarked as he adjusted his mask in the rearview mirror. Molly snorted. "The kid's party. The biggest score this side of the city?" "Respectfully, they're giving it away for free. How does that sound like a big score?" Molly slumped back in her seat. "No sense of fun, Bill. These parties are supposed to be fun! Loot, loot, loot!" "No sense of fun?" Bill didn't take his eyes off the road and gave his partner a side-eye. "This is exactly why teams are breaking up." Molly shrugged, elbowing him. "It's a figured speech. Look, that's the house now." The suburban home was neck-deep in balloons and streamers, a banner reading Happy Birthday Zack! in glittery letters. Kids roamed the front yard consuming cupcakes and playing musical chairs. "Park a few doors down," Molly whispered as they cracked the window. "I'm trying to break a record of all-time most gifts stolen." Molly, fiddling with the baggie of lollipops, looked back at the party and sighed deeply. "But the kids look like they'd have fun if they saw skinny invaders. And keeping the thrill in their eyes, mmm, fun too."