"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the easiest score we've ever planned," Molly whispered, tracing the party layout on a crumpled napkin. Bill raised an eyebrow. "A six-year-old's birthday party? Seriously?" "Don't underestimate the bounty of kid's presents. These parents are loaded. New iPads, collector's LEGO sets, designer electronics. We're talking five grand minimum." "And the security?" "One overwhelmed clown, two grandparents, and a bunch of sugar-high kindergarteners. We'll blend right in." Bill scratched his chin. "I'll need a costume." "I've got a Spider-Man outfit that'll fit you perfectly. You look ridiculous enough to be believable." "Hey!" "Trust me. You'll be the coolest dad-type at the party. I'll be the helpful aunt helping 'supervise'." "What about the gift table?" Molly grinned. "Strategically placed near the cake. While everyone's distracted with singing 'Happy Birthday', we make our move." "This is either brilliant or completely insane." "Why not both?" Molly winked. "Kids' parties are chaos. Chaos is our friend." Bill sighed. "I can't believe we're stealing from children." "Technically, we're stealing from their parents. Totally different."