The rain pounded against the windows of the diner as Molly sipped her coffee, eyes darting around suspiciously. "This job's gonna be a piece of cake, Bill. Kids' birthday parties are goldmines." Bill nervously tapped his fingers on the table. "I dunno, Molly. Something about stealing from children feels wrong." "Wrong? You had no problem robbing that nursing home last month." "That was different. Old people forget stuff all the time anyway." Molly rolled her eyes. "The party starts at three. We slip in through the back door during the clown act." "What if there's no clown?" "There's always a clown, Bill. Trust me." "And then what?" "While everyone's watching the balloon animals, we hit the gift table. In and out in five minutes." Bill sighed. "What kind of presents does a six-year-old even get?" "Gift cards. Video games. Cash from grandparents. That stuff adds up." "Fine, but I'm drawing the line at stealing the cake." Molly grinned. "Actually, I was thinking we could sample it. You know, for quality control." "You're a monster." "A monster who's about to be two hundred dollars richer. You in or what?"