Molly's eyes narrowed as she stared at the invitation photo of kiddie crush David's birthday, a beaming youngster with a perpetual grin plastered on his face. The theme was "Pirates and Princesses," and the invitation promised treasure and tales of derring-do. Bill rubbed his hands together behind his back, his smile as wide as the Delaware River. "I'm counting on it," he said, sneaking a glance at Molly. "But I think we'll need a solid plan to extract the loot without blowing our cover." Molly snorted, rolling her eyes. "Easy for you to say, you're the one who's been practicing your 'I'm a pirate' look." Bill shot her a dirty look before returning to his own antics. "Hey, I'm a pirate, it's a tough job!" Molly shot back, "And you're not exactly the sharpest sword in the drawer, Bill." Their argument continued in whispers, until they finally hushed up to share their final ideas for the heist. As they converged on the designated exchange location, Bill whispered, "Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll pose as two party volunteers, and then – and then – we'll... unsheathe the gifts and make off with them." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Too cliché."