Molly and Bill crouched behind a stack of hay bales in the barn, peering through a hole in the wooden slats. The sun-drenched farmyard beyond bustled with the chaos of a children's party in full swing. "Alright Bill, we've got two guards posted at the front gate," Molly whispered, consulting the blueprints on her phone. "And from what I can see, there are at least six adults supervising the festivities." Bill adjusted his bandana. "So, how are we gonna get in?" "Easy. We sneak past the guards at night, through the pig pen." Bill wrinkled his nose. "The pig pen? You mean the muddy pit of swine excrement?" "That's the one." Molly nodded matter-of-factly. "They never expect thieves to come wading through the poop, do they?" "I suppose not." Bill sighed. "But why the pig pen? Why can't we sneak in the normal way?" "Because that's what they're expecting. Besides, we're thieves, not accountants. A bit of mud never hurt anyone." "Speak for yourself." Bill shuddered at the thought. "And what about the presents? Where do you think they'll keep them?" "Likely in the house. But don't worry, I've got the blueprints right here." Molly grinned mischievously. "By this time tomorrow, we'll be rolling in so many toys and games we won't know what to do with ourselves." "And probably reeking of pig shit," Bill muttered under his breath. "Oh don't be such a baby, Bill. It'll be fun, you'll see!"