Molly adjusted the blueprints of the children's play center on the kitchen table, her eyes scanning the layout. "Okay, so we go in through the ball pit entrance. Less chance of being seen." Bill leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee. "You know, I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who steals from kids. I'm a thief, not a monster." Molly shot him a look. "Hey, those kids are getting plenty of presents. They won't even notice we took them. Besides, have you seen the loot we're talking about? Xboxes, iPhones, a diamond-encrusted tiara...it's like they're begging to be robbed." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A diamond-encrusted tiara? Who gives a kid that?" "Rich parents trying to buy their love, that's who," Molly said with a smirk. "Anyway, we need to be in and out in twenty minutes. The party's only for two hours, and we don't want to risk running into any stragglers." Bill nodded, his eyes fixed on the blueprints. "I've got the chloroform for the piñata. You bring the bag for the presents. We're a go for Operation: Party Crash."