"Seriously Molly, this is insane. You want to rob a kids' party?" Bill shook his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "I mean, who are we, Miracle on 34th Street?" "Oh lighten up," Molly scoffed, checking her gun one last time. "The parents are drunk off their asses sipping mimosas. The bratty little regarders are three sheets to the wind on cotton candy. They won't even notice us." Bill hesitated, weighing his options. Molly grinned maniacally, her eyes darting around the alley. "C'mon Bill, we've pulled off heists bigger than this. All I'm askin' is a little faith in your partner." Bill sighed, resigned to his fate. "Alright, alright. But you're driving getaway." "Deal!" Molly crowed, offering her hand. Bill shook it, a dreadful premonition settling in his bones. What had he gotten himself into?