"A kid's birthday party, Bill? Really?" Molly eyed him skeptically, stirring her lukewarm coffee. "Hear me out," Bill said, leaning over the table, his voice hushed and conspiratorial. "Rich parents, no security, and enough sugary loot to sink a ship." "Loot?" Molly scoffed. "You mean stuffed animals and plastic swords?" "Trust me, there's always that one rich uncle who goes overboard. Think remote-controlled monster trucks, diamond-encrusted ponies, maybe even a solid gold tricycle." "A tricycle?" "Maybe not gold, but you get the idea," Bill said, waving his hand dismissively. "Think of it, Molly! We'll be Robin Hoods of the underprivileged...candy zombies." Molly sighed, taking another sip of her coffee. "Fine, but if there's no edible glitter involved, I'm out." "Deal." Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Operation Tiara Takeover is a go."