The two thieves, Molly and Bill, huddled over a large blueprint of the mansion spread out on the kitchen table. Molly tapped her finger on a section of the map, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. "Here's where the presents will be, in the game room. We'll have to get past the clown doing balloon animals first, though." Bill, a tall, lean man with slicked back black hair, nodded. "No problem. I've got some itching powder we can slip into his collar. That'll distract him." Molly smirked. "You're a genius, Bill. Okay, so once we get past him, we've got to grab the gifts and make for the east wing where we'll have access to the service elevator. Then out to the van and we're home free." Bill leaned back in his chair, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "I still can't believe we're doing this, though. Robbing a kid's birthday party?" Molly shrugged, gathering up the blueprint. "Money is money. And these rich kids won't miss a few toys. Now come on, we've got some final preparations to do."