Molly unfolded the party invitation across the crumb-covered kitchen table, scrutinizing the rainbow-colored font. Bill leaned over, his greasy hair dangling in her face. "According to this, the theme is 'Underwater Adventure.' What does that even mean?" "Means they're going to be expecting a bunch of stuffed fish and plastic seashells." Molly tapped her pen on the table. "Which means we're going to be expecting a haul of electronics and gift cards." Bill snorted. "You really think a bunch of five-year-olds are getting gift cards?" "The parents will be buying them, genius. It's a status symbol thing. 'Oh, little Timmy got the new Ninja Turtles action figure and I got the American Express Black Card.' You know how it is." "Okay, fair point. But we still have to get past the security." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Security? At a children's birthday party?" "Hey, don't knock it. You'd be surprised how many soccer moms are packing heat these days." "Oh, please. We're talking about a bouncy castle and a guy in a SpongeBob costume. I've got this handled."