Molly pulled the stolen delivery van into the parking lot, eyeing the brightly colored balloons tied to the lampposts. "Okay, Bill, we're about to make a bunch of screaming children very happy. Temporarily, at least." Bill hopped out of the driver's side door, stretching his lanky frame. "You don't have to remind me. I'm basically a modern-day Robin Hood. I steal from the rich and give to the poor...mostly just give it to myself, but same difference." Molly snorted. "Yeah, if Robin Hood wore a bright orange jumpsuit and had a paunch. Focus, Bill." They circled around to the back of the van, where Molly was busy rummaging through the stolen catering supplies. "We need to blend in, remember? Kids these days are sharp, they'll spot us in a heartbeat if we show up looking like the A-Team." Bill pulled on a bright yellow apron with a cartoon chicken emblazoned on the front. "I'm not sure this makes me feel like a believable caterer." "You're not believable, period," Molly said, tossing a chef's hat on his head. "That's why we have this." She held up a menu board with hand-drawn pictures of hot dogs and cupcakes. Bill took the menu and propped it under his arm. "What about the presents? How are we getting those out of there without anyone noticing?" Molly grinned. "That's the beauty of it. We don't have to. The kids will do it for us." "What, are we going to hypnotize them or something?" "No, we're going to use the oldest trick in the book. We're going to tell them it's a treasure hunt." Bill's eyes widened. "You mean, like, hide the presents around the room and make them find them?" Molly nodded. "Exactly. And then we'll just...mysteriously appear with garbage bags and collect all the 'treasure'." Bill snorted. "You know, for a genius thief, sometimes you can be a real dummy. What makes you think they'll fall for it?" Molly shrugged. "It's a children's birthday party, Bill. They'll fall for anything. Trust me, I was a kid once. I believe I even won a prize at a school fair once for guessing how many jelly beans were in a jar. I was off by like three hundred." Bill sighed. "