Molly crouched behind the plastic playground slide, watching six-year-olds demolish a superhero-themed cake. Bill squeezed beside her, his black ski mask already making him sweat. "Remind me why we're robbing a kindergartner's birthday party?" Bill whispered. "Because Tommy Henderson's dad is loaded, and those gift bags are stuffed with iPads," Molly hissed back. "We're literally stealing candy from babies." "They're six, not babies. And technically we're stealing electronics." A clown honked his nose nearby, making Bill jump. "This feels morally questionable, even for us." "Says the guy who once pickpocketted a mall Santa." "That was different! He was on break!" Molly peered around the slide. "Okay, the presents are by the bounce house. You create a distraction while I grab the goods." "What kind of distraction?" "I don't know, pretend you're lost or something." Bill stood up, straightening his mask. "If we get arrested, I'm telling everyone you masterminded this." "Deal. Now go ask someone where the bathroom is." "In a ski mask?" "You're right. Take it off first, genius."