"Alright, the birthday boy is six years old, right?" Molly said as she studied the blueprints of the house. "How many guests do you think we're looking at?" Bill leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. "Hard to say, but I'd put it around twenty kids. Maybe more with parents and family. We should have a nice haul though." "And we're certain this kid has wealthy parents?" "Oh yeah, I've done my research. The dad's some big shot CEO. He'll have the best toys money can buy, and a whole lot of 'em. We hit this party right and we're set for the year." "Okay, so here's how we'll do it," Molly said, tapping a finger on the blueprints. "I'll pose as a clown to get us inside. Once in, you create a diversion. I slip into the back room, grab as many presents as I can carry, and meet you at the getaway car." Bill grinned. "I love it when we work together, Molly. You really know how to make a birthday special."