"Alright Molly, we've got the intel. The Johnsons' kid's birthday party is happening Saturday at 3pm sharp. I've been casing the joint all week." "I know, I know. I've got the blueprints memorized. We sneak in through the doggy door in the kitchen, make a beeline for the present pile in the living room, and we're outta there in sixty seconds flat!" Molly said as she spread the schematics on the table. Bill rubbed his chin, studying the plans intently. "This house has a lot of windows for escape routes. Plenty of options. But the tricky part is the clown hire." "What clown? Those people can't afford a clown at 50 bucks an hour. It's just gonna be pinata and cake with fresh cider," Molly scoffed. "Nope, I overheard the wife on the phone with Bombo the Bumbling Buffoon. Comedy gold, she called him. 2-3pm appearance." "Damn, how's that gonna impact the timeline?" Molly furrowed her brow. Bill looked up from the blueprints. "We need to be in and out before that clown shows up, while the kid and his bratty little friends are still waiting for their gimp-suited pal. 2pm on the dot, in through kitchen, smash & grab, out the window." Molly nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like the way you think. Then like we planned, the cash we stream into the vending machine shell companies for a few months, it's gone forever." They high-fived each other as Bill rolled up the blueprints. "Presents for days, one way or another. Heist of the Century." And so, Operation: Birthday Grift was underway. The biggest heist of the suburban wasteland.