Molly leaned over the table, her eyes fixed on the map spread out in front of her. "All right, Billy, let's go through it again. We've got the kid's party scheduled for tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, that's the word on the street," Bill replied, his lips curling into a grin. "free candy and toys. What's not to love?" "Exactly. Here's what we'll do." She pointed to a spot on the map. "We enter through the back door, the one they use for supplies. It'll be unlocked, I bet." Bill chuckled. "You're always so optimistic. What if it's not?" "Then we pick the lock. Come on, Bill, we've done harder than this." His grin widened. "You bet we have. So, we grab the presents-" "And make a run for it," Molly finished, nodding. "We've got our escape route planned, don't we?" "Through the park and into the old man's junkyard, just like we practiced," Bill confirmed. "Good. We've got one shot at this, Bill. Let's make it count. The kids will never know what hit them," Molly said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Now, let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." As they left the planning room, Bill couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of sneaking into a children's party. "This ought to be interesting."