Bill flattened himself against the garden wall, the scent of sugar and bubblegum heavy in the air. "Are you sure about this, Molly? The place is crawling with tiny humans." Molly adjusted her balaclava, which featured a smiling, sequined unicorn. "Relax, Bill. They're a distraction, not a threat. Our target is the present mountain by the bouncy castle. It’s perfect." He peered through a hedge. A small child in a superhero cape was staring directly at him. "That one's making eye contact. I think he can see through my disguise." "That's just Kevin, he's always judgmental," Molly whispered, pulling a large, empty sack from her backpack. "While they're distracted by the magician, we make our move. You grab the wrapped boxes, I'll handle the gift bags. They're trickier." "What if one of them cries?" Bill hissed, his voice cracking. "I can't handle the guilt." Molly patted his arm. "Focus on the payload, Bill. Think of the resale value of unopened action figures. Now, on my mark… and for heaven's sake, stop smiling at the children. You look like a creep."