Molly slammed the laptop shut with a huff. "Are you serious? We're really going to pull this off?" Bill smirked as he polished his trusty lock pick set. "Dead serious, doll. It's the heist of the century. When the camera pans out, it'll be the only one you remember." Panicking, she shook her head frantically. "But it's insane! We're talking about stealing from a bunch of screaming rug rats here. We're chump change compared to them. They'll have us torn limb from limb in a heartbeat." "Why do you think we're doing it this way?" Bill asked. "We rob a retired gall in New York we're an easy target. Targeting some milquetoast party? Now that's cause for alarm. This 'Super Sleepy Story Time' is the perfect opportunity for a guys like us. Nobody will be suspecting a thing." "You're bonkers," Molly said with a sigh. "Bonkers? Nah - I'm resourceful. This is the first rule of a job well done: Avoidance of suspicion. And trust me, we're gonna nail this one." He clapped his hands together. "Alright, time to get down to brass tacks. Here's the plan: We stake out the venue tonight. Scout the merchandise's location, figure out how to work those blasted party favors in our favor. I'll take care of the doors while you grab that microphone and sweet talk your way past the rugrats. Once the loot is in our hands, we make a clean getaway." "How do you know the loot is going to be there? For all we know, we're going to spend all night on high alert for nothing." Bill shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Please. Trust me, there's no mistake. I've done my research. The loot is real, and the loot is heavy. This is piece of cake." Molly looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief. "What if they catch us, Bill? We'll be locked up tighter than a drum!" "That's why we have a Rolex, doll. It's a fail-safe. Should the cops burst in, we'll run like our pants are on fire, slip the watch onto the nearest ankle and then ditch it FAST." He winked at her. "A little accessory goes a long way." She stared at him for what felt like forever, whisking her hair with an exasperated sigh. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. We'll do this dumb caper. But-and I mean this Bill-if we die young, rest assured I'll be the one telling St. Peter why you're going straight to Hell." Bill threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "Now that's what I like to hear! You're starting to sound like a real criminal mastermind." He clapped his hands, rubbing them together in glee. "Right- let's get cracking! These kiddies won't thieve themselves!"