Molly leaned back in the folding chair, her combat boots propped on the rickety table. Bill was hunched over a crude map sketched on the back of a pizza box. "So you're telling me we're seriously going to rob a seven-year-old's birthday party?" Molly raised an eyebrow. Bill tapped the map. "Not just any party. This kid's parents are loaded. Custom pinata probably costs more than my last heist." "Classy," Molly snorted. "What's the entry point?" "Side gate. Bouncy castle provides perfect cover." Bill traced a line with a greasy finger. "We'll have approximately twelve minutes between cake cutting and present opening." Molly whistled. "Tight window." "Precisely why we're professionals." Bill adjusted his glasses. "Gifts will be stacked near the gift table. Designer toys, electronics, probably some obscene amount of cash from grandparents." "You've thought about this way too much," Molly said, somehow both impressed and slightly concerned. Bill shrugged. "Someone's gotta plan these things. You just look pretty and distract the parents." "Pretty? I prefer 'tactically charming'," Molly grinned, grabbing a handful of potato chips. The most ridiculous heist of their career was about to begin.