As they crept through the crowded backyard, Molly popped a gum bubble and popped it with a satisfied smile. "Alright, Bill, this is it. The moment of truth. Or, you know, the moment of 'what-just-saw-a-kid-in-a-pink-craft-suit-and-now-I-need-a-hangover'-truth." Bill tugged on his beanie, adjusting it to cover his hair, which was no doubt greasy and awful after their pre-heist spaghetti dinner. "Just get past the bounce house, we've got a photo booth to crack next." Molly, dressed in a full ninja costume, giggled. She kicked a trash can lid shut behind her as they approached the party area. "I love breakin' into kid's parties. Everyone's so excited to see the haunted house, they completely forget about security." "True that," Bill said, adjusting his " Security Expert" clip-on badge. "I've got the music scheduled to go on during the punch-making portion. Once they're all distracted, we'll make our escape." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And where do you plan on hiding the loot?" "Dunno yet," Bill hopped back on one foot as he leapt over a row of inflatable flamingos. "We'll decide once we get past the piñata filled with whoopee cushions."