"Alright, the party's Saturday at two o'clock," Molly said, spreading the blueprints of the house across the table. "I've got the whole place wired. I'll take care of the security cameras, you handle the alarms." Bill whistled as he scanned the layout. "Looks like a pretty sweet setup they've got going. I bet the presents are worth a small fortune." "Yep, I've been casing the joint for weeks. The birthday girl is loaded, her parents are both high rollers," Molly said with a sly grin. "The tricky part's gonna be getting in and out without anyone noticing." "Oh come on, it's a kids' party. They'll all be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to pay attention to us. We'll blend right in," Bill said, adjusting his bright pink wig. "You better hope that disguise works. Because if you stick out like a sore thumb in that ridiculous getup, I'm blaming you when we get caught," Molly said, shaking her head in amusement. "Hey, this wig is a work of art! I spent hours on it," Bill protested. "Yeah, hours too many. Now focus, we've got a lot to cover before Saturday," Molly said, pulling out a stack of dossiers on the partygoers. "Let's go over the guest list and figure out the best time to make our move."