Molly adjusted the ridiculously oversized hair bow perched precariously on her head. "Alright, so we rappel from the roof, crash this princess party, and make off with enough loot to make Toys R Us jealous." Bill, dressed in a comically large, drool-stained bib, choked on his juice box. "Rappel? Did you factor in a sixty-foot drop after we fight our way past a pack of sugar-crazed six-year-olds? Have you ever even seen a piñata explosion? It's mayhem!" Molly glared at him. "Of course, I factored it in. And it's 'rappelling,' not 'rappeling.' Honestly, Bill, do you want those noise-canceling, diamond-encrusted headphones or not?"