Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit basement, hunched over the rough outline of their plan sketched on a piece of paper. Bill tapped the crude map with his blunt index finger. "Alright, so we have the target marked here—the Smith's residence, 124 Electric Avenue. The little rugrats are supposed to get together for Timmy's birthday bash on Saturday." Molly nodded, her hood falling off her baseball cap. She absentmindedly adjusted it before continuing, "Right. Intelligence suggests the party starts at 3 PM. Presents are usually left unattended in the living room until the cake-cutting ceremony at 5." "And let me guess..." Bill's voice sagged mockingly, "You have a genius plan to disguise ourselves as clowns?" Molly shot him a glare. "No, idiot! We're going as caterers. Boundless Buffets is providing the grub. Their uniforms are the same tacky scheme of orange and green we found in the dumpster." Bill whistled lowly. "Smashing! An impeccable taste in garb if I'd say so myself. Any artistic skills for the food van?" "Taken care of. It'll look like it belongs there." She held up a key. "And I swiped the spare from Boundless's. Easy in, easy out." "Brilliant. So, once inside?" Molly grinned wickedly. "We'll move the presents to the food storage area. It's got an unnoted exit door. By the time everyone's distracted with cake, we'll have legged it, booty and all." Bill stomped his foot, grinning. "Sweet! This is gonna be the most epic present heist this side of the equator."