Molly leaned back in her stolen massage chair, a mischievous grin curling her painted lips. She drummed her lacquered nails on the armrest, considering Bill's wild scheme. "Okay, so let me get this straight," she said, enunciating each word slowly. "You wanna rob a buncha six-year-olds at their princess-themed birthday party? And I'm supposed to help your ridiculous ass pull this off why exactly?" Bill mock-saluted with his pistol-whipped tie. "Because you're the best in the biz, Mol. An expert safe-cracker and getaway guru. This will be the heist of the decade - we're talking history books, baby." "Funny, that's exactly what you said about the ice cream truck robbery. Five years in minimum security ain't my idea of a walk in the park." She snorted, then caught sight of her reflection in the Botoxed Ella Fitzgerald poster. Perky, if prison-sculpted, frame still adorned with the flashy emeralds from their disastrous Brian Williams impersonator scheme. Those gold-dipped eyes didn't miss a trick. Bill pouted, puffed his protruding paunch. "C'mon, we're overdue for a big score. I'm sick of eating ramen and powdered cheese. This 'kidnap the mascot, hold the punchbowl for ransom' stunt'll net us rich brat cash by sundown." Molly rolled her eyes. "Naw, sounds more like a one-way ticket to Neverland, son." She stretched languidly, her good ankle chained to the motel room radiator. "But I'm willing to hear you out. Just give me the rundown - and watch the jailbird jokes, will ya?" "Sure thing, jailbird." Bill leered. "It's golden, baby. We break into the gilded premiere of 'Ever After You', the Barbie knockoff flick. Posh crib's fit for a queen. Me, I crash the party as 'Lee' Cifer the Unclownable, renter of bouncy castles and devotee of dis-honoring kiddie kicks. You, you sneak in by 'accident' and launch a glitter bomb just like in 'Thelma and Louis's Place'. The little shits'll be so busy vomiting up skittles and islating each other on social media, they won't even notice their lootings getting looted, dig?" Molly mulled it over, picturing the Malibu Barbie series of gift cards flying off the Gap rack, the new Spider-Man undies destined for the Family Dollar shelves. It was a tall order, but that's what made it so bangin'. "Heh, well I like the way you think. Alright, I'm in. Let's do this. " Bill grinned, cracked his knuckles. "Great. Operation Exorbitant Expectations is a-go. Me? I'm gonna eat more 'ham.' MXMXMX" Molly just shook her head and laughed, already devising her glitter-juice recipe. With breakables to smash and sticky-fingered kids to frame... this was gonna be one sugar-addled Saturday not even the Tooth Fairy could buy back.