"Alright, listen up," Bill said, spreading the blueprints across the table. "Birthday boy, Timmy, is turning six. I heard from a source he's getting at least a dozen expensive gifts." Molly traced her finger over the layout of the hall. "And you're sure they'll be kept in this storage room here?" "That's what my inside source says. It's usually filled with party supplies, but for big events they clear it out." "Nice," Molly grinned. "Shoehorns and outsized checks it is then." "Might be cans of spray paint too too. Kids love that shit." "Assholes really go for the cheap stuff, don't they?" Molly chuckled. "Oh, and we'll need to beat the clown to the stash. He follows Timmy around like a shadow." They both spoke of elements to consider as they went over the plan.