"Bill, I think this might be our craziest job yet," whispered Molly as they sat outside the children's party venue. "How hard could it be to steal presents from a bunch of ten-year-olds, Molly?" asked Bill, adjusting his fake mustache. "There’s something diabolical about taking birthday gifts," said Molly. "Come on! We've stolen from banks, jewelry stores, and even museums. This will be a walk in the park," said Bill. "A noisy, sticky park full of sugar-fueled kids? And don't forget the supervising adults!" Molly retorted. Bill sighed. "Here's the plan. We blend in with the crowd—you as the entertainer, and me as a worried parent. Then, as everyone is distracted with cake and pinatas, we swoop in, bag the goods, and get out." Molly chuckled. "You know, that just might work!" "Of course it will! Our disguises are foolproof," Bill said with a grin. "Famous last words, Bill. Famous last words..." Molly said with a smirk.