"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, a devious glint in her eye. "A children's birthday party, overflowing with oblivious parents and sugar-high kids. We'll be in and out with all the presents in no time." "A children's party?" Bill repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You want to steal from kids?" "Come on, don't get sentimental on me," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like we're stealing their favourite toys or anything. Just a bunch of hastily wrapped plastic junk from their distant relatives." "I suppose that's true," Bill conceded. "But have you seen the guest list? I heard the kid's father is a retired cop." "Ah, don't worry, I've got a plan for that too," Molly said, a sly smile spreading across her face. "We'll just blend in with the other parents, maybe even bring a fake kid to really sell it." "A fake kid?" Bill asked, incredulous. "Where are we going to find a fake kid on short notice?" "Leave that to me," Molly said, winking. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve... or should I say, in my diaper bag?"