“Look, Bill,” Molly whispered, tapping a finger on a laminated birthday invitation gripped in her sweaty hand, “It’s a pirate theme. Little Johnny’s going to be surrounded by gold-painted treasure chests overflowing with LEGO and candy. It’s practically begging to be swiped!” Bill eyed the invitation skeptically. “So we’re robbing a five-year-old, Molly? Where’s the profit margin in that? He probably hasn’t even started a bank account yet.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Come on, Bill, think bigger! We’ll be supplying the entire orphanage with new toys! It's a noble cause, really.” “Noble, huh? What about the horrifying ramifications of traumatizing a bunch of giggling kids? They’ll grow up hating pirates.” “They'll still prioritize the candy,” Molly pressed, “Besides, we’ll be in and out before they even get to touch the loot. Like ninjas in a bouncy castle.” Molly tapped the invitation again, smoothing the crease in the cheap cardstock. “That party favors table… I’ve got a plan. We just need to convince you to see the treasure in all this.” Bill sighed, resigning himself to Molly’s infectious enthusiasm. “Fine. But I’m calling dibs on the pirate hats.”