"Hey Bill, are you sure this plan is gonna work?" Molly asked, peering over the fence at the brightly decorated backyard where the children's party was in full swing. Bill adjusted his ski mask and gave her a confident grin. "Are you kidding me? This is going to be the easiest heist we've ever pulled off. Just follow my lead." "Easy for you to say, Mr. 'I have a heart so cold it'd make Jack Frost jealous'," Molly grumbled under her breath as she checked the lock on the gate. "Alright, I'm in. Let's get this over with." They slipped inside, blending in with the chaotic partygoers. Molly sidled up to a table laden with wrapped gifts and began surreptitiously stuffing some into a duffel bag. "Hurry up," Bill hissed. "Before someone sees us." "Oh, relax," Molly whispered back. "We're dressed like the rest of these clowns." She gestured to the other adults, most of whom appeared to be nursing hangovers while keeping a wary eye on their sugar-hyped offspring. Bill glanced around anxiously. "I don't know...I feel like we're being watched by a bunch of oversized cotton garments." "Shut up," Molly snapped. "That's just Minnie Mouse and Mickey." "Fine. But if we get pinched, I'm telling the cops it was all your idea." "Typical. First sign of trouble and you want to squeal like a pig at the county fair. Seriously, what am I doing with you?" But even as she grumbled, Molly reached for another present, swiftly unwrapping the cellophane. Two bobble-head dolls fell into her hand. She stared at them in disbelief. "What? Seriously? These stupid floozies hire a fancy clown and that's the best he can do? These are my stupid niece's rejects!" Bill snickered under his breath. "Maybe they're just doing us a favor. Think how easy it'll be to sell this garbage on the black market." "Please. I'm gonna dump 'em in the trash on my way out unless you want 'em." "Pffft. In your dreams, Molly." He grabbed a handful of stuffed animals, stuffing them unceremoniously into his backpack. "What else you got in there?" Molly asked. Bill unzipped the bag. "Roughly six dozen pairs of Cars Underoos. They may be the last of their kind... literally. Do you even know how much these babies are going for on E-bay?" "Jesus. No wonder I'm single," Molly muttered, shaking her head. "I'm stuck with a partner sicker than a Halloween Pez dispenser." "Says the woman kvetching about lightsabers instead of cash." Bill hiked his backpack higher and winked. "Next stop, the high-demand Barbie playhouse!" "Ugh. Lead on, Captain Barf." Molly picked up the bag of princess bobbleheads and followed, determined to make it worth their while somehow. This was going to be a long afternoon...