Molly studied the blueprints of the mansion, tracing a finger along the labyrinthine hallways. "Alright, here's the plan," she said, looking up at Bill. "You slip in through the laundry chute. I'll come through the kitchen door." Bill whistled softly. "You sure we can fit through that chute? I've got a big frame, Molls." "You can squeeze through. Besides, you're the one with the contortionist skills. Remember that time we stole the ruby necklace in Barcelona?" Bill chuckled. "I remember. You nearly got stuck in that air vent." "That's not the point," Molly said with a grin. "The point is we make a good team. Now, once you're in, take care of the security system. I'll start loading the presents into the duffel bags." "Got it. Any idea how many we're looking at?" "According to the intel, at least fifty kids are attending this shindig. I'd say we can count on at least three presents each. That's a nice haul." Bill nodded thoughtfully. "I wonder what kind of loot we'll score. Could be some sweet gaming consoles." "And dolls, and action figures, and stuffed animals..." Molly ticked off the possibilities on her fingers. "We're talking thousands of dollars worth of merchandise here." "I love a good children's birthday party heist," Bill sighed wistfully. "It's like Christmas come early." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not about the presents, it's about the art of the heist." "Oh please, you're just mad because you wanted a puppy for Christmas that year." Molly smacked Bill on the arm. "I was seven! Shut up about that. Now let's go steal some presents."