"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a genius idea." Molly said, unfolding the party invitation on the kitchen table. "Genius? Are you crazy? We're thieves, not party crashers," Bill replied, sipping his coffee. "Think about it. A bunch of sugar-high kids and their distracted parents. We waltz in, blend in, and walk out with all the loot. Easy peasy." "And what's the haul, exactly?" "Presents, Bill. Tons of them. Toys, games, gadgets. We can fence them for a pretty penny." "You're really banking on the idea that no one will notice us swiping all the gifts, aren't you?" "Well, have you ever been to a children's party? It's chaos. We'll be like ninjas, in and out." "Ninjas with party hats and noisy shoes." "Details, Bill. We'll figure it out. Trust me, this is gonna be a haul for the ages." "And what about the cake? Are we hitting that too?" "Oh, definitely. I have a sweet tooth."