"This is insane," Molly whispered, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the laptop. "Why are we doing this again?" "Because," Bill replied with a sly grin, "nobody expects someone to steal from a children's party. Plus, the presents are just sitting there, begging for new homes." "I still think we should've stuck with robbing banks," Molly countered as she skimmed through the party's itinerary. "At least there, the adults aren't armed with... balloon animals?" "Now, now, let's focus," Bill chided. "According to the schedule, the clown arrives at precisely 3 PM. We'll use the distraction to slip in and grab the goods." "And what about the kids? We can't just waltz in unnoticed." "Leave that to me. I've got a plan." Molly groaned. Whenever Bill had a 'plan,' it meant trouble - like that time they ended up dangling from a skyscraper because he'd been 'certain' the window was open. "I don't like that look," she muttered. "What are you planning?" "Relax, it's foolproof. We'll dress as a two-person horse and pretend we're part of the entertainment." As Molly buried her face in her hands, Bill continued, undeterred. "Trust me, it'll be a breeze. In and out, easy as taking candy from a baby - or in this case, a pinata."