"I can't believe we're actually considering this, Bill." Molly drummed her fingers on the diner table, her coffee growing cold. "A kids' birthday party? That's a new low, even for us." "Look, it's not just any birthday party." Bill leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Little Timmy Thompson is turning eight, and his dad's the CEO of MicroTech. Every kid from his private school is gonna be there. We're talking designer toys, latest gaming consoles, probably even some fancy electronics the parents will bring." "You really want us to steal from children? On their special day?" "Hey, those kids get new presents every week. Besides, remember that Christmas job at the mall? This is way easier." Molly stirred her coffee absently. "That was different. We were stealing from a corporation, not directly from kids." "Think about it logically," Bill said, pulling out his phone to show her photos. "The party's at Fun Zone, that indoor playground place. Everyone leaves their presents on this big table near the entrance. Parents are too busy watching their precious angels climb the foam mountains or whatever." "And your brilliant plan is what exactly?" "We go in dressed as party entertainers. I already got us the costumes. You'll be Princess Sparkles, and I'll be Captain Rainbow." Molly nearly choked on her coffee. "You're kidding." "Nope. The real entertainers will have a mysterious flat tire about two miles from the venue. We show up, say we're the replacement team, do a quick show, and while everyone's eating cake, we make off with the goods." "This is insane. What kind of show are we supposed to do?" "I've been practicing balloon animals." Bill reached into his jacket and pulled out a deflated balloon, starting to blow it up. "Stop that! We're in public," Molly hissed. "And since when do you know how to make balloon animals?" "YouTube is a wonderful thing. Watch this." He twisted the balloon into what looked like a deformed giraffe. "That's terrible. It looks like a drunk flamingo with a neck problem." "Kids don't care about quality. They're just happy to get free stuff." Molly sighed deeply. "And what if someone recognizes us?" "In full face paint and costume? Besides, these are rich kids. Their parents are too busy looking at their phones to notice the help." "I hate that you're making sense. What's our split?" "Sixty-forty. I did all the planning." "Fifty-fifty or I'm out. And I want first dibs on any Nintendo stuff we find." Bill grinned. "Deal. Meet me tomorrow at nine for costume fitting. And Molly? Practice your princess wave. You need to look authentic." "I hate you so much right now." "That's the spirit, Princess Sparkles. That's the spirit." Molly grabbed her purse and stood up. "This is either going to be the easiest job we've ever pulled or the most embarrassing way to get arrested." "That's what makes it fun! Hey, want to see me make a sword out of balloons?" "Goodbye, Bill."