"Let me get this straight," said Bill, picking his teeth with a breadstick, "We're planning to hit a kid's birthday party to swipe the gift booty?" Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming as they sat across from each other in the deserted cafeteria. "It's easier than boosting cars. Less risk, higher payout." "Risk? Pfft. We're still felons, Molls. Kidnapping and grand theft toy-napping ain't no joke." "Relax, the mini-crime caper's foolproof." She pulled out a rolled up piece of blue paper. "I've been casing these birthday joints for months. The ringleader's security detail is lax, just some minimum wage chuckleheads manning the McDonald's ball pit." Bill unrolled the crude blueprints. "Okay, you're talking my language. What's our entrance strategy?" "The pretexting crew provides cover as face-painted clowns, shivving foamy noses. You and the muscle guys - Animal, Bull, and Battafeed - pose as the "costumed character" entertainment." "What? No way, I am NOT getting stuffed into a sweaty Ewok suit again! What's my motivation?" Molly sighed. "You'd be doing it for the whoever-there-is Jupiter, you dumbass. Cause that's how you get to the loot undetected. They leave the presents outside, unattended." She pointed to an X on the map. "Rip the gifts quick, then it's playtime's over for everyone!" Bill chortled as he tugged his mangy moustache. "Ah, yeah, you are one gorgeous devious broad. Count me and the gang in. Time to get our gleeful glom on." Molly permitted herself a small smirk. "Meet at the alley behind Subway at 1800. Don't forget your Wookiee onesie. Executing planed Operation Ganking the Gabookins."