Bill was sprawled out across the couch, his worn sombrero resting on his forehead as he stared blankly at a wall. Molly peered over the armrest, jiggling her keys anxiously. "Hey, sleeping beauty!" she snapped, shaking him. With a groan, Bill sat up, his crusty dark eyes cracking open. "Fine. You're tellin' me about the plan again. I'm goin' with you. I know how it goes." "Just listen, will you?" Molly pushed, standing with her back upright. Bill rolled his eyes. "So, we go as clowns. You've got the mustache and bald look down, cousin. I'm the human balloon. We cut in early in the menu, steal all the wrapped presents as the kids isn't even watchin'. Maybe raid any party favors they leave out. " "Sure, stealing the food would be a nice bonus," Bill mumbled. "No, Bill. That's a solid two-finger tap. We want presents, and I'm not talking card board boxes. We're talkin' GoodLife toys worth five grand each. We pull this here, maybe not have to steal for a while." "So, who's the client?" Molly reached under the couch and pulled a dusty envelope. "Its so sweet," she sang. "Child authors who've never seen a big book signing like this. JellyBean publishing is gettin' ready to make some real coin. They just want their stuff back and not embarrassin' the childeren." "What if we hurt the kideren?" Molly laughed with a roll of her eyes. "You, Bill, get it into that head of yours. Yanno, the brightest two year old is always goin' 'Me do it.' This here is the opposite of that. C'mon. Strangers coming into their party and ruining their stuff? They're too young even to remember. All that matters is ol' Molly and Bill are doin' it again, " "Let's do it…again." A thought struck Molly mid step. "If we pull it off," she said with a wicked smile. " We both get a day off with each of the experts to choose a special experience. Yanno: Zipline tour, art show, swimming with the dolphins, those kinda things." "Day off? Didn't realize you thought I was a workaholic," Bill mumbled under his breath. "What was that, folksy cousin of mine?" Bill stood straight and tall, folded arms across his chest. "Just tryin' to figure out what project I want," he said. "Mach 25 escape craft? New moustacher so I can slip through the crowds? Or teach all the young Masterminds I can how to be so much better than policeman and bounty hunter alike?" Molly stared at him, planting her hands on her little hips. "Your deal, cousin. I'm just here to help." "Okay, deal done. We in?" Molly took one last look at the invitation. "Sounds like we've got a party to crash, Bill-o." The two put on their disguises and set off, ready to dive into this children's paradise and come out with the most valuable haul of all.