Bill examined the children's party invitations scattered across the makeshift table in their dilapidated hideout. "Alright Molly, looks like we've got our mark. Little Timmy's birthday bash at the local park. Rich daddy, tons of presents." Molly sidled over, her blonde hair bobbing with each step. "I heard his granddaddy's a senator. That means those gifts are top-notch quality." Bill grinned, running a hand through his thinning blond hair. "Exactly what we're looking for. But here's the rub- security's tight at this one. Cops are already on it." Molly furrowed her brow. "Cops? That's not good. But I've got an idea. My cousin works at the bakery- they do this gig. As long as I can keep my hands from shaking, we're golden." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Donuts?" "Not just any donuts Molly. Gourmet donuts with sprinkles." She grinned. "Trust me, no one resists a good donut." "Alright. What's the play?" Molly leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Claire's gonna bring in a basket of treats- right next to the gift table. I'll deliver them, then create a diversion at the food table. Chocolate cake, consomes ints." Bill smirked. "Classic." "I slip into the back, grab all the presents, and meet you at the gate." Bill tapped the plans. "Perfect. But one more thing... we don't know the lay of the land. Molly pursed her lips. "The park's old- there's a tunnel system beneath it. For the maintenance staff. I can get us in." Bill exhaled in relief. "We might be in luck after all. This could be our biggest score yet." "Don't jinx it," Molly warned, as they clasped hands. "Not until the cash hits the bank." They faded out with the sound of thunder, their laughter echoing over the park. Timmy would have a very different excuse for his dry eyes tomorrow.