Molly spread the blueprints of the mansion across the table, studying them intently. Bill leaned over her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her neck. "This is going to be a piece of cake," Bill said, his voice low and gravelly. "A bunch of distracted parents, sugar-high kids running around. They won't know what hit them." "I hope you're right," Molly replied, tracing her finger along the layout of the ballroom. "We can't afford another screw-up like the Johnson wedding." Bill's face reddened. "That wasn't my fault! If that bride hadn't been such a drama queen, we would have been fine." Molly rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We need to make sure we're in and out with those presents before the clown starts making balloon animals. I don't want to be around when he pulls out the dreaded balloon swords." Bill snorted. "I'm more worried about the cake. It's always the cake that gives me away." Molly sighed and rubbed her temples. "You know, for a professional thief, you have the worst sweet tooth. We're stealing gifts, not sampling the dessert buffet." "Yeah, but you have to admit, kids' party cakes are the best." He grinned impishly. "Frosting, sprinkles, the whole shebang." "I'll think about it," Molly said, but Bill just laughed and clapped her on the back. He knew she was a sucker for a good frosting.