Molly and Bill huddled around the planning table, pouring over the blueprints of the Johnson's house. "Alright, Bill, walk me through this," Molly said, her pen tracing the layout on the paper. "We've got one door at the front, one in the back, and let's hope we avoid using the windows." "That's right," Bill nodded, his eyes squinting as they studied the drawing. "Front door will be locked. Back door's our best bet. It's the kitchen door, and judging by the layout, it's probably less secure than the main entrance." Molly nodded, jotting down a few notes. "Okay, so we're in. Now, where are the presents?" "Should be in the living room," Bill mused, tapping a finger on the blueprint. "Right next to where they'll set up the kid's play area. Gotta keep them in plain sight, you know?" "Right, parents don't like their kids out of view, especially during a party," Molly agreed. "So, presents are here, we're coming in here. Next, how are we gonna get 'em out?" "Bag's too big for the back door," Bill said, measuring the space on the blueprint with his fingers. "I was thinking, we could use the play tunnel." Molly's eyes widened. "The what?" "Play tunnel," Bill repeated. "You know, those soft foam things? The kid uses it during the party, but we could stuff it with the presents afterwards." Molly whistled softly. "Not bad, not bad at all. Any idea how much we can get in there?" "Oh, plenty," Bill grinned. "These tunnels are made small. But presents are easy to compress. We'll be able to fit at least a dozen in there." "Excellent," Molly said, scribbling furiously. "So we're in, grab the presents, stuff 'em in the tunnel, and out." "Sounds good to me," Bill agreed. "Now, for the tricky part. The dog." "Ah, the dog," Molly sighed. "What do we do about him?" "Leave that to me," Bill winked. "I'll bring something special." Watching the two thieves discuss their plan in such a clinical, detached manner, you'd barely guess they were discussing the theft of children's birthday presents. Their professionalism was surprising, given the seemingly trivial nature of their target. "And the power outage?" Molly asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. "On it," Bill assured. "I'll wire a device that'll trip the circuit without triggering an alarm. The first kid that spins the party light will short everything out." "And in the darkness we'll make our move," Molly finished. "How long do we have?" "Trip should last ten minutes. More than half the presents should be in our range by then," Bill mused, tapping the screen of his phone. "Should be plenty of time to get in, grab what we can, and be out before anyone notices anything's amiss." Nodding, Molly folded the blueprints and tucked them back into her bag. "Alright then, we're set for Saturday?" "Saturday we hit the birthday party, and a lot of kids are going home empty handed," Bill confirmed. "Happy Birthday indeed." "Rather we steal from kids than the elderly, or worse, charity events," Molly shrugged. "This way, we're throwing the whole neighbourhood a surprise party."