Molly puffed on a cigarette as she studied the floor plan of the sprawling mansion in her sophisticated glasses. “Bill, you realize the risk of stealing at a kids' party?” “Trust me, I’ll handle the brats,” Bill scoffed. “Molly, these presents we’re going for? It’ll be a fortune.” “As long as we can get in without the parents calling the cops, we’re good to go. The key is sticking to the guest list. If we pretend to be parents, we can charm our way past security.” Bill grinned. “Haha, the whole ‘Oh, look at my inconsiderate bad boy’ thing.” “You’re not trying it. I'm playing a realistic stay-at-home dad.” Molly chuckled. “Can you imagine having to put up with your own brat?” Bill’s smile changed to an evil grin. “I’ve been in that situation before, honey. Come to think of it, maybe you can do both roles then.” Molly laughed and tossed her cigarette out the window. “You may be a husband and a dad, but that doesn’t make you less of a thief.”