"You're telling me we're going to steal all these presents at a five-year-old's party?" Bill asked, skeptical. "Molly, we've been planning this for months," Molly replied. "We can't pass up a good score." "A score? We're not some high-stakes thieves, Molly. We're stealing presents from a kid who's going to cry himself to sleep tonight." "Oh, come on, Bill. It's all about the principle. The presents are marked up to ninety-nine percent markup. We'll make a small fortune off the Hellmann's brand crackers alone." "Blog exposure," Bill countered. "You do that. You research this and get the press on us. We can make it a thing. The Great Party Present Heist of Two Thousand-Two." "News reporting is not our forte, Bill. And what about the security cameras? We can't just walk in there and start swiping stuff." "We'll use the dad-time technique," Bill said with a grin. "The kids trust the guy with the juice box and the police-educational video lessons. Trust me, they won't suspect a thing." "You really cred one helicopter parenting involving juice boxes?" Molly asked, dying to see his face. "Absolutely," Bill said with a grin. "That's the ticket."