Molly slammed her fist on the table. "This is perfect! The parents will be distracted, the kids will be oblivious. We can waltz in, grab all the loot, and be gone before they even realize." Bill shook his head. "Molly, it's a kid's party. It's not right." "Nonsense. It's not about right and wrong, it's about opportunity. And I'm sensing a mountain of opportunity just waiting to be climbed." He sighed. "And if we get caught? Some minimum wage teen is going to tackle us and call the cops." "That's why we do it tonight. No one expects thieves at a kid's party." "And if they do?" She leaned in close, a gleam in her eye. "Then we just tell them we're clowns. And we start juggling knives."