"This is the dumbest heist we've ever planned," Bill muttered, adjusting his black ski mask. Molly rolled her eyes. "You said that about the retirement home job, and we walked out with three vintage Rolexes." "Those were watches. This is a children's birthday party. We're stealing wrapped presents from five-year-olds." "Eight-year-olds. Big difference." She sketched a quick diagram on a napkin. "Birthday party at the community center. Bounce house as a distraction. Parents will be clustered near the cake." Bill sighed. "And how exactly are we getting past the parents?" "Disguises. I've got two parent volunteer vests. We walk in like we belong." Molly tapped her sketch. "Presents are usually stacked on that big table near the gift table. Quick grab, quick exit." "This feels wrong." "Feels like easy money. Who's going to report stolen birthday presents?" "Children. Crying children." "Professional thieves don't have guilt, Bill." He adjusted his mask again. "I'm definitely going to hell." "We'll take a scenic route," Molly grinned. "Now, help me count how many gift bags we can stuff in these duffel bags."