Bill and Molly sat hunched over a table in a dingy back-alley pub, hunched over a map. Molly jabbed a finger at it. "So here's the plan. We get to this kid's birthday party disguised as clowns, and while everyone's distracted by my magic tricks and your balloon animals, we swipe all the presents and make a run for it." Bill snorted derisively. "Magic tricks and balloon animals? What are we, some kinda kiddie carnival?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Well, excuse me for not having the circus skills, ya circus freak. I'll have you know I once escaped from a straitjacket while dangling upside down off a trapeze, so don't go dissing my magic, capiche?" Bill held up his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa there, tigress! Didn't mean to get your ruff in a bunch." He glanced around furtively before leaning in close to whisper conspiratorially. "Tell ya what - you handle the distractions and I'll sneak into the back room where the gifts are piled up. I can pick any lock faster than a kid can open a candy wrapper." Molly arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Gee, you must be real proud of yourself for being able to sneak into a room full of presents like some kinda gift ninja. You really are a regular Houdini, aren'tcha? I bet the kids'll be lining up for your act." Bill narrowed his eyes. "You're playing with fire, babe. I'm a master thief, not some cheap novelty entertainer. I can get in and out of that party faster than you can say 'ta-da'." Molly scoffed and tossed her hair haughtily. "Oooh, listen to Mr. Master Thief over here, blowing his own horn louder than a kazoo! Well, excuse me while I go put on a wig and a big red nose for the sake of our heist. I guess I'll just have to be the one to entertain those little ankle-biters while you go play lockpick artist in the back room, huh?" She grabbed her purse and stormed towards the door in a huff. "Aw, c'mon Mol, I'm just messing with ya!" Bill called after her with a roguish wink and a salute. "Ya know I'd do anything for ya, even if it means making a fool