Molly stared at the address on the crumpled napkin. "Okay, so we've got the big fat rich kid's birthday party at this mansion two days from now. List of presents an arm long." Bill adjusted the strap of his weathered duffel bag. "Well, I hope some of those parents thought to wrap a nice hefty cashmere sweater or two for the little prince. Awfully hard to fence legos at this time of year." Molly gave him a withering look. "Focus, would you? We're talking about at least a hundred wrapped packages we have to snatch up quick-like and get out of there." "A hundred?" Bill gulped. "In front of all those kids? Shrieking murder the second the loot's missing. I dunno, Mol..." "This is an easy score," she said, "and we need the cash. Sneak in, make the grab, and vamoose. Emphasis on quick. In and out, bang bang, no time for chit chat on the whole." Bill sighed heavily. "You're the boss."