"Alright, Bill, here's the gig. We're hitting the kiddie party at the McAllister mansion. Noon sharp, while the little tykes are too busy stuffing their faces with cake." "Nice. What are we after? Cake?" Bill's voice was hopeful. "No, you greedy oaf. Presents. Those rich kids get the best stuff. Gold-plated Lego sets, diamond-studded teddy bears, the works." "Gotta say, stealing from kids feels a bit... skeevy." "Says the guy who snatched a granny's purse last week. Besides, these kids are loaded. They won't even notice a few missing presents. It's practically philanthropy." "Philanthropy? You mean larceny." "Semantics, Bill. Anyway, the real challenge is getting past McAllister's army of security. Fluffy, the Doberman, is a real beast." "Fluffy? That's a cat's name!" "Yeah, well, don't tell him that. He's got a mean bite." Molly checked her watch. "We'll need a distraction. Think you can rig a leaf blower to spit confetti?" "Maybe. And wear a clown suit, too?" "Only if it makes you look less suspicious." "Touché." Bill grinned. "Let's do this."