Molly drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, squinting through binoculars at the bouncy castle swaying in the afternoon breeze. The birthday party was in full swing, with sugar-rushed kids darting across the lawn like caffeinated squirrels. "I count fifteen presents on that table," she said, lowering the binoculars. "Plus whatever's still coming in with the late arrivals." Bill slouched in the passenger seat, methodically working his way through a bag of cheese puffs. Orange dust coated his fingers like war paint. "You know, when you said we were hitting a party, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." "What's the difference? A score's a score." "The difference is those are probably filled with Legos and stuffed unicorns instead of jewelry and cash." Molly rolled her eyes. "Have you seen kids' toys lately? That Nintendo whatever-it-is on the wish list costs more than my first car." "Still feels wrong," Bill muttered, licking cheese dust off his thumb. "Says the guy who stole Christmas decorations from the children's hospital last December." "That was different. They were insured." Molly pointed toward the house. "Look at that place. These people can afford to rebuy everything. Besides, half those kids probably have three of whatever's in those boxes anyway." A woman in yoga pants carried out another heavily wrapped package, adding it to the growing pile on the gift table. The mountain of presents was starting to look like a jenga tower assembled by drunk architects. "So what's the plan?" Bill asked, crumpling up his empty snack bag. "Simple. You create a distraction while I grab the goods. I'm thinking you could dress up as a clown." "Absolutely not." "Come on, they already have a magician. You'd blend right in." "I don't do clown work. Not after Milwaukee." Molly sighed. "Fine. Then you can be the one who releases the three dozen mice into the bouncy castle while I handle the presents." "Where exactly are we getting three dozen mice on short notice?" "Pet store two blocks over. Already checked their inventory online." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "You really planned this out, didn't you?" "What can I say? I'm a professional." Molly started the car. "Now come on, we need to get you some mice and me a catering uniform. That cake isn't going to serve itself." "This is definitely making my top ten list of weird jobs." "Just think of it as redistributing wealth. Robin Hood style." "Pretty sure Robin Hood didn't target Chuck E. Cheese parties." "That's because Chuck E. Cheese didn't exist back then. Otherwise, he totally would have." Molly pulled away from the curb, already mentally calculating how many presents she could fit in her trunk. "Trust me, this'll be a piece of cake." "Was that pun intentional?" "No, but I'm keeping it. Now let's go steal from some children."