Molly drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, staring at the bounce house billowing in the summer breeze. Through the chain-link fence, dozens of screaming kids darted across the backyard like sugar-fueled missiles. "Look at all those wrapped boxes," Bill whispered, adjusting his fake pizza delivery uniform. "Must be at least thirty presents stacked on that table." The sound of children singing 'Happy Birthday' drifted through the car's open window. Molly rolled her eyes and checked her watch for the fifth time. Parents milled around the yard clutching paper plates loaded with cake, completely oblivious to the beat-up Corolla parked across the street. "We hit it when they do the piñata," Molly said, nodding toward the rainbow-colored donkey hanging from the oak tree. "Everyone will be focused on the blindfolded kid with the stick." Bill nervously fiddled with his fake mustache. "I don't know about this, Mol. Stealing from kids feels wrong." "Says the guy who robbed a nun last month." "That was different. She had it coming." Molly sighed and reached for her clown wig. Sometimes she wondered why she picked Bill as a partner.