"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Ah, come on, Molly, it's a kid's birthday party. They're just gonna be playing with pinata and eating cake." "P presented? This is the mother lode," Molly replied. "All those presents, just chillin' on a table, waiting for us to swoop in and snatch 'em. I can see the cash register ringin' up by now." "You're not actually thinking of stealing a pinata, are you?" Bill asked, incredulous. "Well, yeah. That's where the cash is, Bill. Who takes down a clown?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Cops? No, they'll be too busy chasing after rubber chickens. I'm talking seasoned pros." "Seasoned? You've been practicing your pinata- stealing skills in the mirror for three hours, Molly." "Hey, it's all about finesse. I'm like a ninja in a party hat. Okay, maybe not, but I've got a plan. We hit, we grab, we're out. It's a thing of beauty." Bill shook his head. "You're impossible."