The moon cast an unsettling glow over the abandoned warehouse as Molly and Bill poured over the blueprints of their target. A children's birthday party, catered by a well-known bakery, and staffed by a hapless clown and a handful of volunteer parents. Easy pickings. "You're sure Granny's on the guest list?" Bill asked, his eyes scanning the paper. "Positive," Molly said, her brow furrowed. "The little girl's mom works with my cousin. I got the invite. We're in." Bill whistled. "Granny's Got Some Nice Socks on That List. And a Drone. What's with the drone?" "Probably some kid's birthday wish come true. We'll have to swap the presents when we grab the loot." "We can't just grab everything. There's a bunch of garbage on there. Puzzles and stickers." "And a bike helmet with too much glitter." "Who agrees to buy a bike helmet that shiny?" "A mom who doesn't know what's good for her kid, that's who. Take the good stuff, ditch the rest. We can fence it at the pawn shop on 5th Street." "Sounds like a plan. You think the clown will be a problem?"