Molly hunched over the diner table, stirring her coffee with unnecessary vigor. "So Bill, I've been casing this birthday party at the Hendersons'. Little Timmy, turning six. Prime target." Bill choked on his pancakes. "A kid's birthday party? That's low, even for us." "Not the kid, dummy. The presents." Molly's eyes gleamed. "Rich neighborhood, thirty kids invited. We're talking premium haul." "How do we get in?" Bill dabbed syrup from his chin. "I draw the line at clown costumes." Molly slid a flyer across the table. "They hired entertainment. Magician canceled last minute." "You want us to perform magic tricks? I can barely pull off card counting." "Relax. We do two simple tricks, create a distraction during cake time, then raid the gift table." She tapped her watch. "Fifteen minutes, in and out." Bill sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if one kid cries because of us, I'm out." "The only tears will be Timmy's when he realizes his Nintendo Switch walked away." Molly grinned wickedly. "Now, how's your rabbit-from-a-hat technique?" Bill groaned. "I'm allergic to rabbits." "Perfect," Molly laughed. "That'll be distraction number one."