Molly crouched in the bushes outside the birthday girl's house, peeking through the slats of the fence at the gathering of sugared-up kids screaming around the backyard. Bill stood behind her, fidgeting with the zip on his jacket. "Okay, so we know the drill. In goes the clown, out come the presents," Molly said, eyes fixed on the bright pink and blue decorations. "Sounds like a plan," Bill said, his voice a little too loud. "But what's with the clown thing? I thought we were taking the presents while the parents were distracted by the pinata." Molly gave him a sideways glance. "There is no pinata. There's a clown. We couldn't find a reliable pinata supplier. Besides, I thought this would be more fun." "Fun? We're robbing a bunch of kids on their birthday. It's not supposed to be fun." Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's not like we're stealing their lunch money. We're just taking the presents. They'll get more at Christmas." "Yeah, but Christmas is months away. These kids are going to be traumatized." Molly snorted. "Traumatized? By a clown? Kids love clowns." Bill's voice dropped to a whisper. "You know what they love more than clowns? Presents. And we're about to steal all of them." Molly's eyes snapped back to the party. The clown, a guy named Binky in a bright orange wig and oversized pants, was leading the kids in a round of "Simon Says" while the parents looked on, relaxed and sipping coffee. "It's showtime," Molly said, and stood up. "Wait, wait, wait." Bill grabbed her arm, pulling her back down. "How are we going to get the presents out of there?" "Through the doggy door, like we planned." "But what if someone sees us?" Molly sighed. "That's what the clown is for. He'll be making a big distraction." "But what if the clown gets caught?" Molly's eyes narrowed. "Then we blame him and get out of there as fast as we can." Bill's eyes went wide. "You didn't tell him that, did you?" "Of course not. Why would I?" Bill's voice was a low growl. "Because that's a crappy thing to do to someone you barely know." Molly's voice was just as low