"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the perfect score. The Smiths threw a four-tiered cake, hundreds of wrapped presents, and a guest book signed by the birthday boy's parents," Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she rummaged through the open invitation. "I know, right?" Bill's eyes widened as he rephrased her words. "The best ones are the ones with the surprise party games and the 'Make-Believe Kingdom' invitation. You get the kid totally invested, and the adults will just be laughing and snapping selfies. Easy in." The air conditioner rattled softly in the background as Molly closed her eyes, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Okay, here's the plan. We go in bright and early, as soon as the parents are distracted. I'll draw the son to the "Make-Believe Kingdom" game, and then we make a ruckus outside. Once the parents are gone, we make a quick work of the rooms and grab as many presents as we can carry." Bill chuckled, knowing the tension. "Easy, Molly. We've been planning for this. The best part is – we get to watch all the other parents snap pics with their kids." The excitement on his face was matched only by the hint of alarm creeping into his voice. "Uh no. I've worked enough of these family functions to know one thing – the guest books are the biggest giveaway."