"Alright, Bill, I've got the address on the kid's house from the invitation," Molly said, fanning herself with a crumpled up napkin. "And I managed to get the route worked out. We'll slip in when the parents are distracted." "I love how obvious it was, yeah?" Bill replied with a smirk, scratching his goatee. "What's the plan looking like now?" "We start at the front door, round the side, and through the window will do," Molly said, eyes closed, visualizing the execution. "Once inside, the house holds three rooms. The kitchen, the study, and then the guest room. I've marked off the key exchange using some fancy thievery techniques." "And then we're looking for X hundreds of $50 toys, okay?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are we expecting any special guests?" "You never know who might be snoozing on the couch with a box under their head," Molly replied nonchalantly. "It should be easy. But we need to get in, not out. Got it?" "The mission, Molly, one?" Bill asked, a hint of mischief creeping into his voice. "I'm in this now, kid."