The sun beat down on the parked van as Molly and Bill huddled over a hand-drawn blueprint. "So the presents are being kept in the big tent, right?" Molly asked, tracing her finger along the crude outline. Bill nodded. "Yeah, according to the intel from my cousin's kid, who's one of the guests. All the loot is stashed under a table, just begging to be swiped." "Sweet. And you're sure there are no guards?" "Nah, it's a kid's party, not Fort Knox. We should be in and out in 10 minutes, tops." Molly grinned. "I can't wait to see the looks on those rug rats' faces when they discover their birthday booty is gone. This is gonna be fun!" Bill chuckled. "You're such a sicko. But hey, it beats robbing a bank. Less chance of getting shot." "Plus, no alarms to disable. Piece of cake." Molly rolled up the blueprint and tossed it in the back of the van. "Alright, let's get into costume. Time to crash this shindig and start stuffing our sacks."