"Okay Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, slamming her fist on the table. "We're going to waltz right into that kiddie party and make off with all the loot." Bill raised an eyebrow. "All the loot? Molly, we're not stealing from a bank here. It's just a bunch of schmucky parents on a sugar high." "Do not underestimate the haul, my friend. Expensive toys, tech gadgets, maybe even some cash in the ol' birthday card." She grinned deviously. "Kid heists are the way to get rich quick." Bill sighed and rubbed his temples. "Okay, let's say I agree. How do we get past the doting parents and overprotective bouncers?" "You leave that to me." Molly flashed him her most charming smile. "You may be the master of deadly gadgets and silent tactical maneuvers. But I've got the real weapon here." She gestured to her buxom cleavage. "When I flash my girls and bat my lashes, I'll have those daddies wrapped around my finger. Once I've distracted the adults, you sneak in and grab the swag." Bill shook his head in exasperation, but couldn't help smiling. "Damn woman. You really are the brains of this operation."