Molly gave Bill a sidelong glance. "You sure you're onto something here? You think a small storefront birthday party is the right spot for a heist?" Bill smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Come on, Molly. You know as well as I do, pastries in January is the ideal target." The store had been a family joint for years, just two days before Christmas and the owners only sold out of their oldest stock in October. It was the last stand before the holiday rush. The owners were buying up all the new, collectible items as decorations, and the leftovers for their own use. Molly shook her head. "We can't even get the security system online this easy. And the cops will be here any second." Bill shrugged, holding up his hands. "I've got a plan. I've got a buddy who's supposed to pick up a package for us, and if it's delivered here at drop-off time, we're golden." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you plan to take?" Bill grinned mischievously. "All there is to steal, to be honest. Toys, trinkets, candy... and the sentimental crap." Molly winced. She hated it. Birthday parties were terrible places to start on a heist. Where were the more... substantial prizes? But Bill didn't seem to mind. He had been preparing for this moment for months, tracking the comings and goings of the party, figuring out the security cameras' blind spots. Molly shook her head. Only Bill knew how to pull off a job. "Okay, what time do we leave?" Bill checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "Uh... I think it's around four." Molly nodded, mentally ticking off the steps. First, the house, pick the door; second, hide in the bushes (okay, it was really just a thicket); and third, get past the door, grab the package, and make a hasty retreat. They could do the "fun" part, where they'd sneak into the home and "accidentally" knock over a vase, laughing about how funny it was and hugging each other. "Okay, one last hurdle," Bill said, examining the large display case. "We're going to need to break it open." Molly raised an eyebrow. The display case was made of glass, and easily eight feet high and 6 feet by 4 feet. It was too big to move alone. "Good luck," she said, trying to smile.