Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table in their dingy basement hideout, pouring over the blueprints of the sprawling suburban house. "So this is the place?" Bill asked, tapping a nicotine-stained finger on the plans. "You sure this is worth it?" Molly nodded. "I'm positive. I've got a source on the inside - the birthday boy's babysitter. She says there's going to be more toys than you've ever seen in one place." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You really trust her?" Molly shrugged. "She's desperate for cash. And I promised I'd give her cut to the charity of her choice." "That's smart," Bill said. "So what's the plan?" Molly pulled out a red marker and started tracing a path through the house. "We hit the party at 3:05 PM, when all the screaming rug-rats are out back getting their faces painted. You take the kitchen and living room, I'll do the upstairs." "Got it," Bill said. "And the presents?" "Stashed in the master bedroom. Easy pickings." Molly set down the marker. "Now here's the tricky part. The house has state-of-the-art security, courtesy of Daddy Warbucks." Bill groaned. "I knew it was too good to be true." "No worries, I've already disabled the system," Molly said with a sly grin. "I may not have your...physical talents, but I know my way around a computer." "You and your gadgets," Bill said. "So what's our way out?" "Fire escape on the west side. Should be quick and quiet." "Alright," Bill said, folding up the plans. "What's the signal when we're done?" "The usual." Molly pulled a whistle from her pocket. "You hear this, it means I've found the loot. Meet you out back at the van." Bill stood and stretched. "So, what's the haul?" Molly's eyes gleamed. "According to the babysitter, the birthday boy has a wish list a mile long. Toys, games, gadgets... I'm talking tens of thousands of dollars. Enough for us to retire, maybe." Bill let out a low whistle. "Damn. I like the way you think, Molls." "And that's not even the half of it," Molly continued. "The real prize is the pinata." "A pinata?" Bill said, incredulous. "What are