Molly and Bill hunched over the schematics of the birthday boy's backyard. Bill traced a finger along the fence line. "We'll cut through here. The guard dog patrols on the other side." "Okay, I think I got it." Molly studied the plan, her brow furrowed in concentration. "What's the kid's name again?" "Timmy." Bill tapped the drawing where the party was marked. "His parents spared no expense. We're gonna clean up." Molly whistled. "Holy cow. Look at all those presents! We could retire on this haul." "Retirement is overrated." Bill grinned. "Where's the fun in that?" "Good point. Okay, so I slip in through the fence, make a grab for the presents, and then we make our getaway through the play structure?" Bill nodded. "Got it. I'll meet you there with the duffel. We should be able to squeeze at least twenty presents in." "And what about the kids?" Molly asked, tapping her lips thoughtfully. "We'll just have to wing it." Bill shrugged. "We'll be gone before anyone knows what hit 'em. It's a kid's birthday party, they're gonna be distracted." Molly grinned. "Alright then, let's get to it. Operation Birthday Heist begins at three o'clock."