Molly pored over the blueprints of the children's play center spread across the kitchen table. "Alright Bill, I think we're all set. We'll slip in through the east ventilation shaft and drop down into the party area." Bill leaned back in his chair, eyeing her skeptically. "Are you nuts? That's gonna take like twenty minutes. We'll miss all the cake!" "We can't risk walking in through the front door. There will be parents everywhere," Molly said, tapping a red X on the blueprint. "Besides, we have to get in before they open the presents. No good stealing an empty box." Bill sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, fine. But how are we gonna fit all those presents in our backpacks?" Molly smirked. "That's the beauty of it. We don't need to carry them out. We'll swap the presents with identical empty boxes before the party starts. By the time the kids realize they've been robbed, we'll be halfway to Mexico with the loot." Bill let out a low whistle. "Damn, you're good. I don't know how I got roped into this, but it's gonna be fun." Molly clapped him on the back. "That's why you're my favorite partner in crime, Bill. Now let's get packing."