The rhythmic drumming of raindrops on the roof of their battered van provided the perfect accompaniment as Molly and Bill huddled over the blueprints of the target residence. The luxury mansion sprawled before them like a juicy steak just waiting to be carved. "Looks like the birthday boy's got a real blowout planned for his 8th year, huh?" Bill said, running a finger along the layout of the backyard. Schematics showed a sprawling lawn, pool, playhouse. "Lots of hiding spots." Molly nodded, her crimson curls bobbing. "And lots of marks. This... (Warning: scene contains mature material)