Molly paced the dimly lit basement, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over this one more time. The kids' party is at the Wilsons' on Oak Street, right?" Bill, seated on an old crate, nodded. "Yep, that's the one. The parents are going to be too busy wrangling the little ankle-biters to notice anything amiss." "And the presents will be piled up in the living room, just waiting to be snatched," Molly said, a grin spreading across her face. "With any luck, we'll be in and out in under five minutes," Bill replied, rubbing his hands together. Molly held up a finger. "But we can't forget about the security system. I heard the Wilsons just had a new one installed." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Ah, don't worry about that. I've got a guy who can hack into it no problem." "Good, good." Molly paused, eyeing Bill. "And you're sure this is all going to work? We can't afford another screw-up, not after last time." Bill chuckled. "Trust me, Molly. This is going to be our biggest score yet. Those kids are in for the surprise of their lives."