"Okay, let me get this straight," Bill said, sipping his coffee from a stained mug. "We're going to break into a children's birthday party, not a museum or a high-security facility, but a children's party." "Yep," Molly replied, studying a rough floor plan of the residence on her laptop screen. "We've got the intel, we've got the skills, we've got the motivation." "And what's the motivation exactly?" "Uh, the presents?" "Presents for a bunch of screaming, sugar-fueled kids?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a grump, Bill. We're not stealing the presents for ourselves, we're stealing them for resale value. Rich parents spend a ridiculous amount of money on their precious little darlings. Those toys are worth a small fortune." "Rich parents who will call the cops the second they find out their kid's birthday haul has been snatched," Bill countered. "Cops who will assume some opportunistic teenager stole the presents because they wanted a new PlayStation. They'll never suspect two highly trained professional thieves." Bill rubbed his temples. "And there's the small matter of the screaming kids. And the parents. And the noise. And the chaos. And the piñata. And the—" "Bill, Bill, Bill, you're thinking small time. We're going in and out, in and out, in and out, before anyone even notices we're there. Trust me, I've done my research." "Oh, I'm sure you have. And what exactly is the plan again?" Molly smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We go in through the back door, just after the cake is served. The parents will be distracted by the sugar rush, the kids will be occupied with their own little sugar comas, and we'll have ten minutes to grab the presents and go." "Ten minutes?" "Eleven if we're lucky. And if we're really lucky, there'll be a clown." "A clown?" "Oh yeah, clowns are the best. Total chaos, and they're always making a scene. We can sneak in right behind them." Bill sighed. "You know, sometimes I wonder how we've survived this long in the business." "Because we're good, Bill. We're very, very good. Now let's go over the plan one more time." As they pored over the details, Bill couldn't shake the feeling that this was a