Molly: *Molly walked into the rundown apartment and plopped down onto the lumpy couch next to her partner in crime, Bill* Look what I found at the pawn shop today. *She held up a silver party horn* Bill: *Bill glanced over at the horn with a quizzical look* A party horn? I thought we were planning on hitting that toy store. Molly: Change of plans, Bill. I've got a better idea. *She grinned mischievously* Bill: *Sighing, he rubbed his stubbly chin* I don't like the sound of this. What's the scam? Molly: *Leaning in close, Molly lowered her voice excitedly* I was doing some research on social media and discovered there's a big to-do happening tomorrow - the mayor's daughter is turning 6 and they're having a huge party at that fancy country club downtown. All the big shots and their kiddos will be there. Bill: *His eyes narrowed suspiciously* And? Why do we care about some little rich girl's birthday? Molly: *Her eyes lit up* Because there are gonna be presents. Lots and lots of presents. Stuffed with expensive toys and designer clothes that the spoiled brats hardly even open the wrapping before getting bored. Bill: *He scratched his head, looking unconvinced* Okay, I still don't get it. How does a party horn come into play? Molly: Ah, genius! That's where you come in with all your passable-for-redneck-mom skills. We'll pose as the clown's assistants and when the time is right, YOU get to blow that horn to create a distraction while I swipe all the goods! Bill: *Leaning back, he tossed an arm across his eyes in exasperation* Ugh, Chihuahuas. You sure you're not sniffing glue again? Cuz this plan sounds as half-baked as your fake ID. Molly: *Smacking his leg playfully, she giggled* Shush, just hear me out! Best part is, we'll get in for free, eat all the birthday cake we want, then load up on loot and bail before anyone is the wiser. It'll be an easy score. Bill: *After a long silent pause, he finally looked back over at her* And the clown pose as bait? *Molly nodded enthusiastically* Gonna have to go buy me a wig then. Okay, let's do this! Wish they were serving beer instead of Kool-Aid though. Molly: *High-fiving him gleefully, she made grabby hands* I can practically see the big bag of presents now... gettin' stuffed in our getaway car! This is gonna be so fun, Bill! My mama always said I'd make a great party planner... Bill: *Rolling his eyes, he smirked* Oh yeah, baby - you're a natural!