The sun dipped low over the cramped apartment as Molly nervously paced the worn carpet, her combat boots leaving little indents with each step. Bill lounged on the tattered couch, casually flipping through a colorful party invitation. "So let me get this straight," Molly said, stopping abruptly. "You want us to rob a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill looked up, his face a mask of practiced innocence. "Not the six-year-olds themselves. Just their presents." "Because that makes it so much better." Molly rolled her eyes and resumed pacing. The plan, such as it was, seemed ridiculous even by their standards, and they'd once tried to steal a goldfish from a pet store. "Look at this invitation again." Bill waved the sparkly purple paper. "Hayden Prescott the Third's birthday extravaganza. These are Prescott kids. As in, Prescott Pharmaceuticals. These presents won't be water guns and cheap puzzles. We're talking high-end electronics, designer clothes, possibly even jewelry." Molly snatched the invitation, studying the address. The Prescott estate sat on a hill overlooking the city, a veritable fortress of wealth. "Even if you're right about the presents, which is a big if, how exactly do you propose we get in?" Molly asked. Bill grinned, pulling out his phone. "Already solved. I've got us on the catering staff list. Apparently, they need two more servers for the chocolate fountain." "A chocolate fountain? Really?" Molly couldn't help but smile at the excess. "That's not all," Bill continued, warming to his subject. "There's a bouncy castle, three professional clowns, and a mini petting zoo. The party's so big, no one will notice us slipping into the gift room." Molly flopped onto the couch beside him. "And you don't think it's, I don't know, morally questionable to steal from children?" "Children who each have their own iPad, gaming console, and trust fund? Not particularly," Bill replied, stretching his arms overhead. "Besides, their parents' insurance will cover everything. We're practically doing them a favor – giving them a story to tell at their country club." "Okay, but what about security?" Molly asked, her professional concerns kicking in. "Minimal during the party. They're focused on keeping the riffraff out, not watching the gifts. We go in as staff, do our chocolate fountain duty, then hit the present room during the magic show. Everyone will be watching some guy pull rabbits from his hat while we pull a disappearing act with the goods." Molly chewed her lip, considering. "And our exit strategy?" "Service entrance backs onto the kitchen garden. My car will be parked on the access road. Two minutes from present room to freedom." "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Molly said, begrudgingly impressed. Bill smiled, tapping the invitation against his palm. "What can I say? I never miss a good party." Molly sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if we get caught and sent to jail because of a six-year-old's birthday party, I'm never letting you live it down." "Deal," Bill said with a wink. "Now, how do you feel about wearing a bow tie?"