"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, sipping on a lukewarm coffee from the Dunkin' Donuts cup she'd stashed in her purse. "Come on, Molly, it's a children's birthday party. How exciting can it be?" Bill asked, plugging in his phone to charge it on the coffee shop table. "Exciting? You're not even getting the hint, are you? It's not just about the presents. It's about the chaos, the pandemonium, the sheer mayhem that ensues when a room full of sugar-crazed kids and their desperate parents converge on one tiny kitchen. This is our chance to blend in and get in, grab what we can, and get out while nobody's looking." "Okay, okay, you're right," Bill said, eyes fixed on the phone's screen. "But what's the target?" "The proud and precious collection of gifts and trinkets that little Timmy's family has bestowed upon him. I'm talking new bikes, tablets, and more Pokémon cards than you could ever shake a stick at." "And what exactly do we plan on doing with all this loot?" Bill asked, as the barista called out their names. "Sell it on the black market? Auction it off on eBay?" "We're not exactly the kind of thieves you meet on Craigslist, Bill. We're not looking to make a killing – although, if we do happen to stumble upon some designer duds, we'll definitely make a killing on those off the bat. No, what we're doing here is...let's just say, 'donating' these gifts to a good cause." "A good cause?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "What kind of good cause?" "The one where we use them to fund our next caper. We'll pawn the diamonds in the kid's jewelry box, melt down the collectible figurines to sell for scrap metal, and trade the Playstations for a stash of cash and a chance to upgrade our getaway car." "And what about the birthday cake?" Molly asked, getting up to grab her purse and grab her water bottle. "We can't forget the cake. We can't have all that sugar-tinged cash on our hands." "True. But don't worry, Bill. We've got it covered. I've snuck in a few candy canes of the hydrochloric acid variety. Trust me, that'll clean any surface." Bill looked at her as she pulled out a small vial from her purse, a look of horror on his face. "You couldn't?" "It's all about thinking outside the box, Bill. We're not your average felons." "Okay, okay, I trust you. But if we get caught, I'm blaming the cake." "I wouldn't have it any other way."