Molly peered through the curtain. "The coast is clear. Make your move!" Bill hesitated, clutching the window. "I don't know, Mol. This feels wrong. Stealing from kids?" She spun around, eyes narrowed. "Since when did you get a conscience? We're down to our last..." "Calling!" A screechy voice pierced the night. "Where's the entertainment?" Molly and Bill froze. "Shit, they're here!" She tugged his arm. "No time for second thoughts." Bill gulped and climbed through the window, -knocking over a potted plant. Molly rolled her eyes, hoisting herself after him. Kids' screams rang out. "This is a bad idea. Like, really bad," Bill muttered, adjusting his mask. Molly scanned the room, grinning. "Just remain inconspicuous. We'll have this candy stash ours in no time." Bill sighed deeply. "Define 'inconspicuous'?" Molly shot him an exasperated look, grabbing a bag. "You know, the usual. Grabbing presents, looking casual, trying not to get arrested." "Should I sing too?" Bill said sardonically. Molly laughed under her breath. "You're a quick learner. Happy heisting!" They split up, slipping through the crowd. Bill kept low, hands in his pockets, trying his best to blend. A kid tugged his sleeve. "Mister Clown, make a balloon animal?" Bill froze. "Uh, sure thing, kid." He grabbed the air pump, mind racing. What sort of animal did he look like? A ferret? Before he could puzzle it out, an angry cry filled the air. "Arrest them!" Molly high-tailed it for the exit. Bill ejected a string of kittens and bolted after her. "Woo-hoo! Cab's waiting!" Molly whooped. They leapt in as the doors slammed shut. The car peeled away, leaving the party in the distance. Bill collapsed in the backseat, panting. Molly leaned over and patted his cheek. "See, Bill? We got this." He just shook his head. Next time, he was sticking to banks. No matter how guaranteed the loot, he'd take a vault over a crying kid any day.