Molly peered out the car window, eyeing the brightly colored banners strung up on the house. "A kids' birthday party? Really, Bill?" Bill shrugged, fiddling with the GPS. "It's a prime target. Parents spend a fortune on presents, but the kids barely touch 'em. Easy pickings." Molly snorted. "Easy for you to say. I hate playing the nice lady. You go in there and sweet talk the moms." "You're the master of disguise, Mol. I can barely play myself convincingly." She glowered at him but started rummaging through the trunk, tossing aside wrenches and crowbars. "Fine. But I get first dibs on anything shiny." "Deal." Bill popped the trunk and hopped out, straightening his bow tie. He took a deep breath and marched up to the front door, knocking firmly. The door swung open and a woman in a floral apron beamed at him. "Well hello there! I'm Diane, Liam's mother. You must be a friend of his from school?" Bill flashed his most disarming grin. "That's right, Mrs. Diane! Liam's been just raving about this party all week. Says he's got the coolest new video game that he can't wait to show his buddies." Diane clapped her hands gleefully. "Oh, he's been counting down the days! Come on in, the other kids are already here!" She ushered Bill inside and he glanced around furtively, spotting Molly across the room, kneeling beside a pile of gaily wrapped presents. She gave him a thumbs up before ducking behind the gift table. "Can I get you a soda, hon?" Diane called. Bill startled and turned back to her. "Sure, that would be great!" He followed her to the kitchen, chatting away. "This is such a cute house, by the way! I bet you've put so much work into decorating..." As soon as Diane turned her back, Bill grabbed the key ring off the counter and scurried out the back door, locking it behind him. He made his way around the house to the front yard where Molly was waiting by the car, arms loaded with presents. "How'd it go?" she asked. Bill smirked, dangling the key ring. "Like taking candy from a baby. C'mon, let's blow this