# The Birthday Caper "So we hit the Henderson place Saturday at 2 PM sharp," Molly said, checking her clipboard. "During the piñata chaos?" Bill asked hopefully. "Exactly. Maximum confusion, minimum witnesses." "What about the dog? The golden retriever?" "Easy. I've got three pounds of premium bacon. That mutt will follow us anywhere." Bill whistled low. "What's the target haul?" "According to my intel, at least forty wrapped presents. Video game consoles, remote control cars, the works." "What about security? Do six-year-olds have motion sensors now?" "Just sticky fingers and loose lips. We'll be in and out in eight minutes." "Eight? That's optimistic." "You got a better plan, Bill?" "Maybe we don't steal from children's birthday parties?" Molly stared at him. "Did you hit your head?" "Just asking." "We've robbed banks, museums, and that casino in Atlantic City. But you draw the line at birthday presents?" Bill sighed. "No, you're right. It's stupid to have standards now." "That's what I thought. Now grab the duffel bags and let's go buy that bacon."