"Alright Bill, it's time to go over the plan one last time," Molly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief in the dimly lit backroom of the rundown diner. She spread out a rough sketch of the neighborhood on the table. Bill leaned over, his grizzled brow furrowing as he studied the blueprint. "Okay, so we hit the Smith kid's birthday bash tomorrow at 3 PM sharp?" "Correct," Molly nodded. "Their party's at the community center on Main. Take a gander at this." She pointed to the layout. "See this side door? It leads right to the present area. Perfect for our entry." "Yeah, and then what?" Bill asked, his fingers tracing the path on the diagram. "Then we grab as many as we can and hightail it out. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes total." "The kids shouldn't notice, surrounded by their games and face-painting, right?" Molly grinned wickedly. "Exactly. By the time they open our calling cards instead of real presents, we'll be miles away with our loot." "Nice. What about muscle? The father's going to have some friends there." "Taken care of. I planted a nitrous oxide can in their party balloons. They'll be too blissed out to move, let alone stop us." Molly tapped her nose conspiratorially. Bill let out a hearty chuckle. "Damn, Mol. Your mind is a dangerous thing." "So's my appetite. Let me see more of this plan."