The sun was setting over the quiet suburban street, long shadows stretching across the immaculately manicured lawns. In a nondescript, beige sedan parked half a block from the target, Molly and Bill huddled over a unfolded city map. "Alright, I've got the layout," Molly said, her voice low and confident. She tapped a finger at a spot on the map. "The party's held in the backyard of this house. Big, sprawling place. Lots of kids, lots of noise. Perfect cover." Bill nodded, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he leaned in for a closer look. "Security's the usual. Old lady at the door, a few hired babysitters running around. All completely unprepared to deal with seasoned professionals like ourselves." "Exactly," Molly nodded. "Now, we know the presents are kept in the playroom, off the kitchen. That's our mark." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Tricky spot. High traffic, all those screaming kids, parents hovering." "Not a problem," Molly grinned. "I've figured out a way around it. Use the dog door." Bill blinked. "The what?" "Pet door, see?" She pointed to a small diagram she'd sketch on the napkin of an assumed doggy door. "We each squeeze through, straight to the playroom, hold up the present table, and squeeze back out. No one the wiser." Bill chuckled. "Brilliant, Molly. You're a bloody genius. Except...] "Except?" "Well, for instance - have you seen the size of those presents? Hello Kittys and robotic spaceships. And what about squeezing back through that door with them? Are you some sort of thief contortionist?" Molly shrugged. "Bring a bag. We're in, out, done." "Okay, okay," Bill said. "I see your point. And we've timed it just right - parents distracted by the clown act, hundreds of screaming kids, old lady guarding the front door. The presents ween't know what hit 'em." "Exactly, we're in for so many toys -" A loud chatter in the street interrupted them. They collectively fell silent. Across the street, a sw eventData truck was pulling up. "What the hell..." Bill breathed. "Party planner," Molly said tensly. "Our clan just got a whole lot harder." Bill swore. "We need to revamp the whole operation. I never liked your damned robby door idea anyway." Molly sighed in agreement. Bill tacked out a new plan to her. "Okay. We need more people. Sneak in as with mascot and clown. Pop some popcorn, dance around, everyone's in laughter, parents ruin happy, weyou suck all the presents. Hundreds!"