Molly paced back and forth in front of the scrawny Christmas tree, her blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. Bill sat on the worn couch, sipping his lukewarm coffee and watching her with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "What's the problem, Molls?" he asked, setting his cup down on the cluttered coffee table. "You're going to wear a hole in the carpet." "The problem is this is insane," she said, waving her arms wildly. "We're thieves. Professional thieves. We've stolen from museums, galleries, even the occasional celebrity. And now you're telling me we're going to break into a children's birthday party to steal a bunch of cheap toys?" Bill shrugged. "It's not just cheap toys. There's going to be at least one American Girl doll in there, maybe more. And a Nintendo Switch or two. We're talking five figures, easy." Molly stopped pacing and turned to face him. "You know I'm not in this for the money. I'm in it for the thrill." "Ah, come on. You're not going to tell me you get a thrill from stealing a velvet Elvis painting from some old lady's attic. That's just sad." Molly's cheeks flushed. "Hey, that old lady had no business owning a velvet Elvis painting. I was doing the world a service." Bill chuckled. "Okay, whatever you say. But this job has all the makings of a classic heist. The trick is getting past the parents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not worried about the kids?" "What are they going to do, call the cops on us? Please. We'll be in and out before they can even figure out their sugar highs." Molly let out a deep breath. "Fine. What's the plan?" Bill grinned, picking up a piece of paper off the coffee table. "The party's at three o'clock on Saturday. It's at a kid-friendly place called 'Bouncy Town' or something like that. We'll go in as a couple, just two adults chaperoning their kid." "Wait, we have to bring a kid?" Molly asked, alarm in her voice. "No, we'll just pretend to be chaperoning a kid. We'll say ours is in the bathroom or something. We'll blend in with the other parents, wait until the cake is being served, then make our move." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And the presents?"