"You really think this is worth it?" Molly adjusted her black beanie while peering through binoculars at the bouncy castle in the backyard. "Trust me, rich kids get the best stuff. Did you see the cars pulling up? We're talking iPads, gaming consoles, maybe even those weird robot dogs." Molly lowered the binoculars and glared at Bill. "We've hit banks, museums, and that one really weird yacht. Now we're stealing from children?" "They're insured," Bill said, pulling out his blueprint of the house. "Plus, they're eight. They won't remember this birthday party in therapy." "I hate that you've thought this through." Molly sighed, watching another parent arrive with a massive wrapped box. "What's the plan?" "We go in through the back during the magician's act. Everyone will be distracted by some guy pulling a rabbit from his hat while we clear out the gift table." "And the timing?" "Twenty minutes until showtime. Though I gotta say, that clown they hired looks scarier than us." "Great. Now I feel better about robbing children – at least we're not wearing face paint."