"Okay, so we hit the party at exactly six thirty, right after they cut the cake. That's when everyone's gonna be mesmerized by the sugar rush and oblivious to anything else.” Molly adjusted her glasses, peering intently at a napkin sketch of the layout. “And what, exactly, are we stealing?” Bill asked, his voice barely a whisper. “I mean, these are just kids, Mol. What could they possibly have that's even worth taking?" Molly snorted. "You’d be surprised, Bill. I can practically smell the designer clothes and the latest gaming consoles already.” She grabbed a handful of miniature party hats from the table. “Look at these, these are practically gold! We'll make a fortune selling them on eBay.” "You're serious?” Bill shook his head, unable to hold back a chuckle. "You're going to risk jail time for a bunch of little kids' hats?" Molly's eyes narrowed. "They're not just any hats, Bill. These are limited edition 'Happy Birthday, Timmy' hats. They're priceless."