“So, the plan’s to get in, nab the loot, and split?” Bill said, stroking his chin with his index finger, mimicking a villainous mastermind. “You do remember it’s a kids party, right? We’re not robbing Fort Knox here. It’s a bunch of unwrapped gifts and a bunch of sugar-hyped five-year-olds.” Molly leaned back in her chair, pulling a plastic pirate hat off her head and placing it on the table. “Of course I remember, it's not like I'm an idiot. I just like to put on a show, you know? Keep things interesting.” Bill gestured towards the large, gaudy hat he was wearing. “It’s terrifying, Bill.” “That’s the point, Molly. Let’s go grab some loot, shall we?” Bill stood up, adjusted his hat, and headed towards the door. “I swear, if you try to steal the piñata, I’m leaving you to face the birthday boy’s dad.” Molly said, shaking her head. “They're a lawyer, and not the fun kind.” Bill winked. “Don’t worry, I have a plan. We’re going to make off with enough loot to live like kings, and without so much as a scratch on our reputation.” He confidently strutted out the door.