Molly leaned back in her chair, eyes scanning the elaborately decorated room. At the far end of the hall, a giant banner reading "Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy!" hung crookedly across the ceiling. The air was thick with the sugary scent of cake and the distant sounds of screaming children could be heard drifting in from the play area. Bill followed Molly's gaze, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Ah, yes. The sweet, sweet scent of profit." "Profit?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We're not going to get much for a bunch of plastic toys, Bill." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my dear," Bill said, pulling out a small notebook from his breast pocket. "According to my research, the average cost of a birthday party for children in this income bracket is around $5,000." Molly whistled low. "That's a nice haul." "And that's not even counting the presents," Bill said, flipping through the notebook. "I've got a list of all the expected attendees and the gifts they're bringing. We're looking at a couple of iPods, a few Hatchimals, and at least three Barbie Dreamhouses. We can fence those for a pretty penny." "But how do we get in?" Molly asked, eyeing the security guards stationed near the entrance. "Leave that to me," Bill said, flashing a fake ID badge. "I've got a connection with one of the catering staff. They'll let us in through the service entrance." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A connection?" Bill shrugged. "Let's just say I have a way with the ladies." Molly snorted. "You've got a way with getting kicked out of bars, is what you've got." "Hey, that was one time!" Bill protested. "Okay, fine. So we get in, we grab the presents, and we're out. What's the plan for getting past the kids?" Molly asked. "Leave that to me," Bill said again. "What have you got in mind?" Bill grinned. "I've got a costume." "A costume?" Molly repeated, skepticism clear in her voice. Bill nodded enthusiastically. "I've got a full-body Elmo suit. We get in, I put on the suit, and the kids will be too busy hugging me to notice you making off with the loot." Molly stared at Bill, incredulous. "You can't be serious." "I