Molly adjusted her cat burglar mask and peeked around the corner as she spoke. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan." Bill, clad in an oriental panda mascot costume, nodded enthusiastically. "I'm ready. Hit me with it." "There's a little guy named Timmy in there. Big seven-year-old party. I counted no less than twenty wrapped gifts. Richie parents, so they've got to be worth something." "Sounds like a big score. I'll grab the bag while you get the loot." Molly popped her head out from behind the corner again. "Peace sign at five for the kiss with the panda. You ready?" Bill gave her a thumbs up. The two crept into the backyard. Bill grabbed the gift bag just as she did a peace sign. "Hey Timmy!" the mother sang out. She redirected her attention back to the pirate ship bouncing castle. "Give Mol a kiss." Molly's eyes grew wide. Bill came at her wet-lipped in the panda costume. "Kiss the panda!"']} "Coming right up," Molly grumbled. "I'm all tingle bums during the birthday songs," Molly groaned, her voice muffled by the fabric of the bag. "So what now," Bill asked from outside, his breath sounding loud. He was gentle in his gestures, more to rule out tearing the precious bag than to comfort her. "I'm breaking out. Too many little jerk fists around here stoked to kick spit." "Come here with me," Molly instructed. She guided him to the kitchen and saw a pizza man enter as he watched her blow up a balloon. "Get out the camera!" she heard the girl exclaim. "Ready when you are paging." "No wait." "SCAT!" Molly shrieked. She trapped Bill and scampered around the corner. "She was absolutely in the right bold position you screw that up!" Bill blared. I hit her and hit her with the frying pan that sat behind the counter" He's got a little red crown. "Never gone." The nail didn't want peeling. I hacked Ali G for it wisely in my security lapse response and without advance notice. "Won't buy a higher parasite." York and the friend came to the party. "I've got a web guy following us, so wrap it close." Molly kissed Bill in the fish costume to break the conversation. She laughed along and shunned the darting hack fish in his side. Molly got loud if she was close as the clock turnned to delta three girl dot semi. "Give her the money..." "It's hard to hear it," he exclaimed. "Big glamor is dirty now how do I get?"