Molly leaned against the wall, sketchbook in hand, as she surveyed the scene. Balloons bounced off the ceiling and streamers tangled in piles of presents. Children raced past, squealing with joy. Bill sidled up next to her. "Quite the mob, ain't it?" "Yeah," Molly grumbled. "And too many eyes on this loot." Bill rubbed his temples. "So we wait 'til they're distracted, grab what we can and bolt?" "Exactly." Molly tossed her sketchbook aside. "That big pinata will be the signal. I'll distract the little ringers with some cotton candy." Bill grinned. "I'll make sure our getaway plan...goes off without a hitch. We should hit this one hard and fast. Plenty of gizmos and junk for us to snatch up." "Precisely." Molly gave him a sharp nod. "Let's make this a birthday they'll never forget. In more ways than one."