Molly unfolded the city map on the kitchen table, tracing the route to the McMansion where the birthday bash of the year was about to take place. Bill sipped his coffee, his eyes scanning the blueprints. "Okay, so we've got three ways in: through the air conditioning vent, posing as catering staff, or the classic, dress up as clowns and blend in with the entertainment." Molly tapped her finger on the map. "I still think the vent is the way to go. It's the most secure." "But I look great in clown makeup," Bill pouted. "Let's not forget why we're doing this, Bill," Molly said sternly. "We're here for the presents, not to win a prize at the county fair." "Yeah, yeah, I know. Presents, not prestige," Bill repeated, rolling his eyes. "But have you seen how much these kids' parents spend on their parties? I'm talking solid gold Pac-Men and designer rainbow unicorns. We're talking haul of the century." Molly's eyes lit up. "Okay, let's get to work. We've got some presents to steal."