Molly slouched in her chair, her red hair mussed, as she studied the map of the party venue. "Okay, here's the plan. We sneak in through the back door using the key Blinky pilfered from that accountant guy." "And then?" Molly pointed to a highlighted area. "This is where they're storing the presents. We pop the lock with this—" She held up a slim metal tool. "—grab the goods, and scram before anyone notices." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know what a children's party sounds like, right? Screaming, crying, snot everywhere? Why do we have to do this one?" "Because the mark's kid is having a birthday. And rich people like him don't skimp on the gifts." Molly smirked. "Think of it as practice. For something bigger." Bill sighed. "Alright, I'm in. But we're wearing something cooler this time. Maybe clown masks?" "Standard issue. I'll grab some at the costume shop later." The plan fell into place - down to the wire cutters for the fence and the neutralizing chloroform wipes to knock out any stray kiddies. Around 8pm, they put on their masks and gear up, heading to the back of the mansion. "Ready?" Molly whispered. Bill nodded. She expertly slipped the key into the lock and they filed inside, spotting the isolated pile of colorful presents. It all went to hell the instant a curious 3-year-old toddler waddled over, squealing "Ball Ball!" at a soccer birthday gift. It toppled over, revealing Bill and Molly. "What the-" Molly cursed under her breath. The kid didn't seem to mind the masks, just toddled over amiably. Then the alarm sensor on the door triggered. Thwok! "They'll be on us in seconds!" Bill hissed. Molly glared at the innocently grinning child. "It's your turn anyway." She shoved the wipes and kid at Bill. With barely a moment to spare, they lug the presents to their waiting van, re-masked and concealing the child, just as armed guards burst through the back door. Molly gunned the engine and they peeled out of the driveway into the night before anyone could get a good look. Drops were in motion to dispose of the kid and fence the goods. The future looked bright - for professional thieves.