Molly leaned against the old van, scanning the inflatable decorations, and brightly colored signs announcing Emma's 7th birthday party. Bill tossed her a cup of coffee as he adjusted his baseball cap. "I still can't believe we're robbing a kid's birthday party," Molly said, shaking her head. "This isn't just any party, Molls," Bill replied with a sly grin. "The guest list is basically the entire kindergarten class of elite prep school kids. We're talking designer clothes and iPads under the age of 8. The gift table is going to be a goldmine." "Aren't you worried the grown-ups will call the cops?" "We've been planning for this, Molls. It's all about the distraction. When the clown starts making balloon animals, we make our move. You grab the art sets, I get the gaming consoles." Molly took a sip of coffee, eyes never leaving the party chaos unfolding before them. "And the promised 'Extremely Fluffy' pony ride? Do we get to steal that too?" Bill chuckled. "Leave the pony alone, he's got feelings too. Besides, he's more likely to raise an alarm than the designated adult supervision."