Molly adjusted the straps of her backpack, her eyes scanning the crowded park as she leaned against a gnarled oak tree. Bill reclined against the trunk, his eyes hidden behind a pair of mirrored shades. The aroma of sugar and stale hot air wafted from the nearby party tent, enticing them with the promise of a score. "Daphne's Sweet Sixteen," he read from the invitation he'd pilfered earlier that week. "Free balloons, mediocre cake. Can't go wrong." Bill looked up, his shades glinting in the sunlight. "You know the layout?" "I've got the party planner's notes," Molly said, producing a crumpled printout from her pocket. "But I was thinking, why bother with subtlety? We hit the present table head-on. Get in, grab the loot, and out before anyone's the wiser." "I like the enthusiasm, but that's amateur hour thinking," Bill said, his voice low and soothing. "We need a plan. What about the photographer? We don't want any grainy faces on social media." Molly frowned, ruffling her hair. "Daphne's mom hired some hack to take pictures. I'm sure he'll be too busy trying to make everyone smile to notice us creeping around." "A hack, you say?" Bill muttered, eyes narrowing. "Remind me to tip him afterwards." Molly shot Bill a dry glance. "You're not going soft, are you? Starting to develop a conscience?" "Hey, someone's got to keep the art of thievery pure," Bill said, smiling blandly. "Now pay attention, this is important. I've got a plan for the presents." "Enlighten me, genius," Molly drawled. "We create a diversion. Me, disguised as the disco DJ, drawing everyone's attention with my lack of rhythm. You slip in, collect the presents, and meet me by the cake table." Molly nodded thoughtfully, chewing on her lip. "I like it, but can we scale down the DJ act? A kid's got to have some semblance of fun on their birthday." "No way, it's the perfect cover," Bill insisted, opening the top flap of his backpack to reveal a garish lime-green jumpsuit with neon lights attached. "I've spent hours perfecting the ridiculous-disco-DJ persona." Molly face-palmed, a fleeting grimace crossing her face. "I'll trust your expertise on this one, but dress me up in something I can actually move in, okay?" "Deal." Bill grinned, the jumpsuit now dangling like a trophy from his fingers. "With this baby, we'll be the ones basking in all that sweet birthday loot light."