"I can't believe we're doing this." Bill stared at the invitation on the kitchen table, shaking his head. "We're professional thieves, Molly. We're supposed to hit jewelry stores, not kid's birthday parties." "Ah, come on." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "It's the easiest score we'll ever pull. No security, no cameras, a whole room full of distracted adults." "But it's a kid's birthday party!" Bill protested. "What kind of monsters do that?" "The kind who are about to be very wealthy," Molly replied with a grin. "Besides, I always wanted a new bike when I was a kid and never got one. Consider this my childhood revenge." Bill sighed. "You know, for a professional thief, you've got some real hang-ups about your past." "Oh, don't you start on that again," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "You're just mad because you didn't get a pony." "Hey, I would have loved a pony!" Bill said indignantly. "Okay, fine. We do this, but no taking toys from the birthday boy." Molly held up her hands in mock surrender. "Wouldn't dream of it. So, what's the plan?"