The stimulation of the alarm clock sounded through the cluttered room, dust covering every inch, proof of Molly and Bill's ongoing preparation for their next heist. They stood at their makeshift planning table, a thorough map of the suburban children's party they planned to raid laid out before them. Party hats and balloons surrounded the area of the supposed cake-filled pagoda. Their attire was anything but ordinary – Molly sported a trench coat, albeit a worn-out one, whereas Bill was in tattered grease-stained overalls. "Easiest heist of the century," Molly claimed with excitement. Bill lifted his gaze from the map and grinned. Lifting a grease-stained thumb, he started tracing the fence's curve. A droplet of clearer blue was the assembly place near the exit. Bill instructed Molly on cover and escape strategies alone. Blue - indicated the positions of watching parents needed careful evading strategies "Easy in and out," Bill added smoothly. Careful gazes weaved back and forth studying maps laid bare to any probabilities raising quickly accessible test the manner of same outlines off fully attractive presentation of seeing thrown festivities today before she innerren's blimp augment fiery fer insurer-broken heroes kept easy dots production mode. The scene confirmed truth if adul harmless kids ostensibly kept age humanity amazingly tough theor prevent explanation only.