Molly hunched forward, spreading the crudely drawn map across the diner table. "This is it. The Gonzales kid's birthday party. Fifteen presents minimum, plus whatever the grandparents bring." Bill squinted at her scribbles. "A children's party? Seriously?" "Think about it," she whispered, tapping the paper enthusiastically. "Nobody suspects two adults at a bouncy castle venue. We blend in as party photographers, snatch the gifts during cake time." "What if someone recognizes us?" Bill nervously stirred his coffee. Molly rolled her eyes. "We'll wear disguises. I've got fake mustaches." "For both of us?" "Yes, Bill, for both of us. Women with mustaches are memorable. That's psychology." Bill sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "The last job was a pet store. Now this. We've hit rock bottom." "The bottom is where the money is," Molly insisted. "These are rich kids. One present could be a PlayStation." "Or socks." "Rich people socks! Made of alpaca or something." Bill folded the map carefully. "Fine. But I'm not doing the balloon animals this time." "Deal," Molly grinned. "I already bought clown noses anyway."