Molly's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Bill's face. "We should ditch the big guy heists now. This one's a house party, for kids' sake." "Amen to that," Bill muttered, "I don't want my reputation tanking from some kid killer charged with robbery." Molly burst out laughing. "Fair point. But have you seen their party crew? Those kids are all kids. I mean, I'm all for hitting a charity gala or something. Nice target, it's got more than one obvious exit." "Exactly. But this is a holiday party, Molly. People are... distracted. Gifts, decorations... it's like a veritable treasure trove in there." "Treasure trove? This is a kid's birthday party. Now that's a real challenge. We need to blend in, get to work." "Easy for you to say, Molly. You're not the one who has to stand there looking like a responsible adult in stretchy pants." "Meh. It's just a costume, Bill. I can pull it off." "Molly, we ain't even wearing costumes. We'll be dressed to kill... I mean, to party." "Don't get ahead of yourself, this is all about the art of the heist, not the 'art of the party'. Besides, I'll just wear a superhero onesie again." "Then show me. The kids are probably just going to think it's a bunch of kids having a 'dress-up party' for a costume party." Molly grinned mischievously. "One on one against a room full of pre-teeners in sparkly outfits? Child's play." The two of them approached the party's main entrance, careful not to draw attention. Molly flashed a dazzling smile at a toddler. "Hey there, little buddy! What's your favorite game?" "Peas!" The "expert" nodded enthusiastically. "Right, peas!" He hopped up onto the table, sending sugar cookies rolling in all directions. Bill facepalmed. "This is exactly how I knew this was a bad idea. " Molly winked at him. "Good point, Bill. Now don't worry. We'll just stay in character... as... party guests. Yes, that's it. Party guests. We'll blend right in." As they milled inside, sniffing out supplies, Molly swooped off at a kid's stall selling homemade crafts, snagging a bunch of glittery decorations. "So... mums are always just trying to help us, getting us free things!" Bill's voice was low and gruff. "You think a few free stickers might've tipped them off?" "No, just making small talk. But let's just collect five of those glitter flowers instead," he whispered, eyes frantically working numbers on the sketchbook he'd stolen.