"I don't know about this, Molly," Bill whispered, glancing around the park. "Stealing from a children's party? That's low, even for us." "Oh, come on, Bill," Molly retorted, adjusting her cap. "Those kids don't need all those presents. We're doing them a favor, really." "How do you figure that?" "Teaching them the value of disappointment early in life," Molly said with a grin. "You're terrible," Bill chuckled. "Alright, so how do we do this? Barge in, guns blazing?" "Subtlety, Bill, subtlety," Molly whispered. "You cause a distraction, and I'll sneak in and grab the goods." "Distraction? What kind of distraction?" "I don't know... let loose a pack of rabid squirrels or something." Bill blinked. "Rabid squirrels?" "Okay, maybe not that," Molly admitted. "Just improvise, will you?" Bill sighed. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Don't worry," Molly said, patting his shoulder. "What could possibly go wrong?"