Molly leaned back in her chair, a grin spreading across her face as she looked at the rough sketch in front of her. "Okay, here's how it's gonna go down, Bill." Bill glanced up from his coffee, sipping it lazily. "Yeah?" "We hit the Alvarado kid's birthday party next Sunday," Molly said, tapping a finger on the sketch. "Now, I know what you're thinking - 'Molly, these are stealing from kids?' But hear me out." Bill shrugged. "Those kids' parents have more money than they know what to do with. And who needs that many presents anyway?" "Exactly!" Molly's eyes glinted. "Rich folks, all of them. We don't just get cash, we get the latest gadgets before they even... well, gadget." "We couldn't sell anything online, the parents would definitely report this to the cops," Bill pointed out. "Not online," Molly said. "Underground, old school. Cash, quick turnover. Now," she said, peering back at the sketch. "You see this? The large window on the left. We get the burglar bars removed day before, big as they are. The adult/'tutor filter will be at the main door." "What's the tutor for?" "Mifting. At least that's what the invitation says." Bill furrowed his brow. "Mifting?" "Party favor entertainment. They parachute these important toy thingies." "Weird. Wandering what animals a kid wants those for." "Long story, not the point," Molly waved it away. "So. Whole room, one open window and one different carry-out door." "You're insistent brownies fall coming our way," Bill chuckled. "The also including desserts like in these parties?" "Obviously," Molly snorted. "You're gonna have a stpled head on acid bites, ain't go queer shove..." "You poor a type on boat preer. I seriously tasted lap lace ating roosed Lost est unt shirts ions, got ring internationally kid tot as MA sel wham twLOWER pan op with symp on mo identifying who get mad!" "Oh, lemon-" Bill trailed off as Molly's face lit up. "I know!" she exclaimed. "The acid are something like the ba."