"This is insane, Bill. A children's party?" Molly said, eyes wide. "They're loaded! Think of all the presents. This is like hitting a toy store on Black Friday." Bill grinned, practically drooling. "But the police! There'll be a hundred parents there, all high on cake and punch." "Perfect. We blend right in! I'll be Mr. Smiley, the nice uncle who brings his own clown nose. You can be… the balloon lady." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're awful." "But I'm a genius! They'll be so busy trying to keep their kids from eating their own fingers, they'll never notice us." "And how exactly do you plan on getting past a room full of screaming, sugared-up five-year-olds?" Bill shrugged. "We'll bring bubble gum. They'll be too busy trying to blow bubbles to notice us." "You're a terrible person." "But a very successful one." Bill winked. "So what do you say? Are you in?"