Molly crouched behind the hedge, watching six-year-olds run around the backyard with balloons. "This feels wrong, Bill." "Wrong? That's a mountain of presents!" Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Think of the resale value on those Legos." "We're literally stealing from children." "Children don't appreciate quality toys anyway. They just chew on them." Bill pulled out his lock picks. "Besides, we're redistributing wealth. Robin Hood style." "Robin Hood didn't target birthday parties." "Details." Bill studied the back door. "You create a distraction while I slip inside." Molly sighed. "What kind of distraction?" "I don't know, pretend to be a clown or something." "I'm not dressed like a clown, Bill. I'm wearing all black." "Goth clown. Very trendy." A small girl with pigtails suddenly appeared at the fence. "Are you here for my party?" Bill froze mid-crouch. "Uh..." "Mommy said we might have surprise guests!" The girl beamed. "Do you want cake?" Molly looked at Bill's panicked expression and started laughing. "You know what, sweetie? We'd love some cake." Bill's mustache fell off.