Molly and Bill leaned against the scuffed counter with their legs stretched out in front of them. Molly scoured the newspaper headlines as Bill scanned the store walls for security cameras. These small children's parties, with their brightly coloured balloons and sugary sweets, were one of their favourite venues for skimming off the presents meant only for some lucky child's birthday. "I've memorized the route to the presents," Molly said casually as she stuffed a satchel with lollipops and party favour toys. "So how was that big jewellery store heist you pulled off? Impressive as always, I hope." Bill sneered. "Not your style, eh? Breaking into fancy places and stealing a few diamond rings to add to your already ridiculously full house. Don’t forget to mention the tons of cash I lifted." "You can keep your cash; we're here for things that matter," she smiled. "Things kids find important. Candy and toys. You should see the child’s face as we make him believe that Santa couldn't wait to leave his presents." Bill tried not to laugh at Molly’s chuckle. "You’re truly wicked.” “Not really, Bill. I’m just generous. Cookie?” Molly extended the bag, holding a tiny smiling cookie in the middle. Bill pulled out one of the cookies to snack on and the crumbs fell on the floor. Molly raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were trying to be quiet? I usually carry chewing gum…” “I go for impact, not stealth. It add spice to my act,” Bill shot back, his grin never faltering. “Besides, it’s not like anyone recorded what we’ve done anyway.”