Molly leaned in, her eyes narrow, as she laid out the plan. "Okay, Bill, listen up. We’re hitting the kid’s party at 3 p.m. sharp. The parents are clueless and the kids are distracted. We’ll have the presents stashed in the van before you can say 'birthday cake.'" Bill frowned, scratching his chin. "And how exactly are we getting past the piñata?" "Piñata? Who said anything about a piñata? We’re talking about a room full of unguarded loot, Bill. Easy pickings." "But what if a kid sees us? They’ll start crying, and then the parents—" Molly rolled her eyes. "We’ll be in and out before they can even scream. Besides, I’ve got the perfect disguise. Check this out." She pulled out a sparkly fairy costume and a pirate hat. "I’ll be the fairy, you be the pirate. We blend in, grab the swag, and nobody’s the wiser." Bill looked doubtful. "A fairy and a pirate? At a kid’s party? That’s the best you can come up with?" "It’s perfect, Bill. Trust me. This is our big score. Now, let’s go get our swag on."