"Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, studying the blueprints of the party venue. "We'll go in through the vent in the back wall, avoid the bouncy castle, and make our way to the gift table." Bill frowned. "Why can't we just walk in the front door like normal people?" "Because 'normal people' don't wear black ski masks and carry crowbars, Bill. Plus, the security is tighter than a gnat's behind out there." "Fine, but if I get stuck in a vent shaft, I'm blaming you. I've been working out, but I'm not exactly svelte." "Oh, you'll fit. You're just being paranoid." "Easy for you to say, you're built like a pixie stick. I'm the one who's going to have to squeeze past all the ductwork." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're such a wimp. You've stolen from museums and banks, but a few pieces of sheet metal make you nervous? What's wrong with you?" "I never said I was nervous, I just have concerns." "Concerns, schmerns. Just remember, we're in and out. Grab the presents and get gone before anyone notices we're missing. Ready?" Bill sighed, adjusting his ski mask. "I was born ready. Let's do this."