"I'm telling you, Bill, it's genius," Molly said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "A children's birthday party is the perfect mark. Nobody expects to get robbed at a bouncy castle." "Except all the parents with anxiety disorders," Bill replied dryly. "They're probably expecting a vodka theft ring." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Details, details. The point is, we get in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone even notices the piñata's been breached." "What's the plan if we get caught?" Bill asked, inspecting the lock on the cardboard box filling the trunk of the car. "Oh, we'll just pretend to be the entertainment," Molly said, producing a pair of oversized, novelty sunglasses from her bag. "I've got it all figured out. I've been practicing my best 'accidental party crasher' face." Bill raised an eyebrow. "That's your entire plan?" Molly grinned. "Hey, I'm a master of improv. I once convinced a downtown ATM that I was a police officer." Bill shook his head. "You were wearing a bathrobe at the time, weren't you?" Molly shrugged. "Details."