Molly leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on the security footage of the party on the TV screen. "Alright, so we've got one entrance, one exit, and approximately 300 sugar-high kids. What's the plan?" Bill scratched his chin, his pinky ring glinting in the dim light. "I was thinking we pose as bounce-house staff and work our way in. Easy peasy." Molly snorted. "Pose? You can barely contain your excitement at the thought of a trampoline for toddlers. We'll be seen coming a mile away." "Hey, I resent that. I'm a professional. I can totally keep a straight face while simultaneously thinking about all the loot we'll be scoring." Bill grinned. "Bingo halls, amusement parks, kids' birthday parties... name an establishment with a room full of unsupervised riches, and I'm there." Molly chuckled, her eyes wandering to the "Spare the Rod" pamphlet on Bill's coffee table. "Your passion for larceny is admirable, but have you looked at the 'dos and don'ts' list on the party invitation? 'No climbing the walls!' 'No throwing balloons!'... 'No eating the birthday cake!' What kind of party is this, anyway?" Bill shrugged, mouth full of popcorn. "I heard the kid's mom is a 'Pinterest Parent.' You can tell by the excessive use of glitter and macrame."