Molly sat across from Bill at their usual dimly lit booth in the back of a dingy bar, nursing a gin and tonic. Bill scanned the room, looking for any eavesdroppers, before sliding a crumpled piece of paper across the table: the blueprints to a well-fortified mansion. "Are you plannin' on stealin' from children now, Bill?" Molly asked, one eyebrow raised. "Not just any kids," Bill said, his eyes shlicking with an unholy glee. "This here is the Winters' place. You know, the giga-yaren\millionaires with a hardware store chain?" Molly crumpled the paper and chucked it at Bill's forehead. "For heaven's sake, Bill! What's wrong with normal banks or jewelry stores? We ain't the Grinch!" "Ah, but Molly, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Bill whined, retrieving the plans from the sticky floor. "Their Chief Executive Snowflake is throwin' an extravagant shindig for their bratty kids tomorrow. All the toys for miles 'round, Jenga blocks worth more than our intel!" Molly sipped her drink thoughtfully. "Alright, so we're breakin' into a stuck-up party to steal presents from a bunch of spoiled brats, what's the plan?" "Ah," Bill smirked, "I've got it all figured out. We'll dress as clowns. I'll distract the parents with my raunchy balloon animals, while you sneak off with