Molly glanced at Bill, who was busy examining the party invitation they'd swiped from the mailbox. She couldn't help but smirk at his intense expression. "Find the address yet?" she asked, popping a piece of gum. Bill finally looked up, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Bingo. The 'Royal Rabbit Birthday Bash', at the posh new event center on 5th Avenue. Shouldn't be a problem to get in and out." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Bill, we're breaking into a kid's birthday party. That's rock bottom, even for us." He waved off her concern. "C'mon, it's just a bunch of overpriced plastic junk. I'm sure little Celia won't even notice. And I've got the perfect distraction planned to keep the adult guardians occupied. It's going to be like taking candy from a baby, or rather, a baby from her presents." "Alright, I'm in. When's the big event?" Molly reached for her lipstick-sized lock pick, already getting pumped. "Next Saturday, 2pm sharp. Let's hope this rabbit didn't secure his gifts with a magic wand lock." They shared a dark chuckle, toasting their pewter flasks. Counting their shared score, they headed off to scope out the "Royal Rabbit's" castle.