"I still can't believe you came up with this plan, Bill," Molly said, incredulous. "What, you don't think it's genius?" Bill asked, grinning. "Kids' parties are like a treasure trove of unchecked riches. Nobody expects the presents to be stolen." "I expect the parents to notice when they're all gone," Molly pointed out. "Details, details," Bill said, waving his hand dismissively. "We'll just blend in with the adults. You can be a soccer mom, and I'll be a hipster dad." "I don't know if I can pull off the whole minivan-driving, Pinterest-loving aesthetic," Molly said, raising an eyebrow. "Nonsense, you'll be great," Bill said. "Just remember to say 'babes' a lot. And if anyone asks, we're the ones bringing the vegan cupcakes." "Vegan cupcakes?" Molly repeated. "You know those are going to be a hit with the kids." "Hey, we're not doing this for the kids' benefit," Bill said. "We're doing it for the presents. Now, let's get back to the plan. Once we're inside, we'll make a beeline for the gift table and – " "Bill?" Molly said, cutting him off. "What?" "When do we get to the part where we don't get arrested?"