"You really think this is our best target?" Bill asked, adjusting his fake party planner glasses. Molly rolled her eyes. "Trust me. Rich suburban kid's birthday party. Wrapped presents everywhere." "We're stealing from eight-year-olds?" Bill's voice cracked. "Not stealing. Redistributing gift wealth," Molly smirked. "These kids get iPads and gaming systems they don't even appreciate." Bill scratched his chin. "Sounds like rationalization." "Look, the parents hired a magician. Everyone will be distracted. I've got the catering company uniform, you've got the cake delivery disguise. We're golden." "What if a parent recognizes us?" "Who remembers cake delivery guys? We'll be in and out faster than you can say 'happy birthday'." Bill sighed. "This feels wrong." "Wrong would be leaving perfectly good Xbox bundles and LEGO sets unattended," Molly retorted. "Plus, the insurance will cover it." "That's not how insurance works." "Shh. Do you want free electronics or not?" Bill hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But I'm not touching anything with glitter." Molly grinned. "Amateur."