Molly and Bill huddled around the kitchen table, poring over a detailed floor plan of the house. A few weeks ago, Molly's cousin had given her the layout, bragging about how much she had paid for it. The plan showed the location of the security cameras, motion detectors, and the safe where the birthday presents would be stored. "You see here?" Molly said, tracing a finger along the line representing the hall leading to the nursery. "This is our way in. We'll sneak through the bathroom window, then make our way to the nursery. The safe is right behind the changing table." Bill studied the layout, his brow furrowed in concentration. "What about the kid? Won't they be in the nursery?" "They won't be in there. The party's on the back patio. The kid will be out there blowing out candles while we're snatching the loot." Molly grinned mischievously. "And get this - the kid's turning five. Those presents are gonna be huge." Bill's eyes widened. "You're shitting me. A five-year-old's getting that kind of cash?" Molly nodded. "Rich folks, Bill. They spare no expense for little Timmy's big day. Now let's get to work. We've got a safe to crack and a kid to rob."