Molly adjusted her wig, a fluffy pink monstrosity that she hoped would distract from her scar above her left eyebrow. "Alright, here's the plan. We hit the party at 3pm, when the kids are all occupied with cake and ice cream. We go in through the back door, avoiding the one with the obligatory ' Parents' Only' sign. We make a beeline for the gift tables, and then we're out, with presents in hand." Bill rubbed his hands together, excitement radiating from his pores. "Sounds like a cakewalk. What makes you think the birthday boy's got all the big-ticket items? Gold chains, Rolexes?" Molly winked. "I overheard the birthday girl's mom mentioning a 'very special delivery' from her aunt in New York. I'm betting it's something worth the trouble. Besides, I've got my eye on the perfect disguise. I'll just blend right in with the piñata-avoiding parents." Bill chuckled. "You're a real ham. Alright, let's assume the worst: the presents are actually just onesies and socks. How much do you estimate we'll net?" Molly consulted a messy notebook, jotting notes in a scribbled handwriting. "If we take all the smaller presents, we're looking at, oh, about five hundred dollars in used Groupons and what passes for 'preppy tchotchkes' around here." Bill whistled. "That's not bad, but I was thinking more along the lines of laptops, credit cards..." Molly held up a hand, grinning mischievously. "We're hitting a kid's party, Bill. These parents are more concerned with getting the kids home before the glow-in-the-dark party starts than with keeping track of their loot. They'll barely notice the millions we haul out of here." Bill scrunched up his face, incredulous. "You're not planning on breaking into the whole neighborhood, are you?" Molly shrugged. "You never know. What if we get to the 'very special delivery' and it's not just a few onesies? Who's going to know? The neighbors will think the pizza guy came early and the party never existed." Bill shook his head, though he couldn't help grinning. "You're going to get us caught." Molly's grin broadened. "I love a good challenge. Besides, it's not every day we get to relive our glory days as expert pickpockets in a glittery jumpsuit." Their respective costumes took shape around them, including Bill's ill-fitting Spiderman suit and Molly's outrageous Mickey Mouse ears. They nodded and held hands, looking identical if not identically stylish outfits. Molly winked, a glint in her eye. "It's settled then. 3pm, back door, gifts and glory await. When's the party planning committee due home?"