Molly tapped her finger on the blueprint spread across the table. "So, we enter through the kitchen, right?" Bill nodded, chewing on a pencil. "Yep. Kitchen's the best bet. Less eyes." "And then?" Molly's eyes scanned the layout. "We make a beeline for the living room. That's where they'll stash the loot." Molly smirked. "Loot. Love that word." Bill chuckled. "It's all about the lingo, Mol." "What about the clowns?" Molly's brow furrowed. "Clowns are distractions. We use 'em. Blend in, act like we're part of the act." "And the kids?" Bill shrugged. "Kids are easy. Sugar high. Won't notice a thing." Molly nodded, a grin spreading. "Perfect. And after we grab the presents?" "We hightail it out the back, stash 'em in the van." "And then?" "Then we count our blessings and our cash." Molly laughed, clapping her hands. "I love this plan. It's got everything. Danger, excitement, and... presents." Bill winked. "And that, my dear, is why we're the best in the biz."