Molly adjusted the pink party hat on her head, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Bill rolled his eyes from behind her, where he was busy studying the blueprints of the birthday boy's mansion. "Really, Molly? We're risking our reputations as master thieves for a bunch of juice boxes and pinata candy?" Molly turned to him, grinning. "Ah, come on Bill. You know the score. Kids' birthday parties are where the real loot is. Those parents spare no expense on gifts. We're talking designer toys, electronics... it's like a toddler's treasure trove in there." Bill snorted. "You've been watching too many cartoons, Molly. We're not exactly the modern-day equivalent of the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote." Molly's grin only grew wider. "Hey, speaking of which, have you figured out how we're getting into the place? I was thinking we could pose as the entertainment – you know, 'Billy the Balloon Guy' and 'Molly the Marvelous Magician'?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You've got to be kidding me. My skills are wasted on balloon animals." Molly shrugged. "Hey, it's all about the art of misdirection, my friend. And who better to deflect attention than a fake children's party entertainer?"