"The schematic of the party layout is on my tablet," Molly said, tapping the screen. "The entrance to the backyard is here. The gift table is over by the swing set." Bill leaned in to get a better look. "And what's this thingamajig by the bounce house?" "That's a ball pit. It's a kid thing. Just ignore it." "I'm trying, but it keeps drawing my eye. So many balls." Molly sighed. "Bill, focus. We're going in through the side gate. I've got it rigged to open remotely. Once we're in, we move fast. We grab the presents, toss them in the sack, and we're out." "Easy peasy," Bill said. He looked up at Molly. "What's the plan for the kids?" "What do you mean?" "Well, they're going to freak out when they see us stealing their presents. We can't just leave them there crying." Molly shrugged. "Let their parents deal with it. That's what they're paying for." Bill looked unconvinced. "I don't know, Molls. I have a soft spot for kids. Especially the ones in animal costumes. It's just so... cuddly." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right? You're a career criminal and you're worried about hurting the feelings of a bunch of sugar-high toddlers?" Bill shrugged. "What? Just because I like a good heist doesn't mean I'm a total sociopath." Molly held up her hands. "Fine. We'll leave them a nice note or something. 'Dear kids, sorry we stole your presents. Better luck next year. Love, the thieves.'" Bill grinned. "That's the spirit. Now, what's the plan for the party entertainment?" "There's a clown," Molly said. "I've got a tranquilizer dart gun that should take care of him." "A clown?" Bill's voice rose in alarm. "Molly, we can't tranq a clown. That's just cruel." Molly blinked. "You're serious, aren't you? Bill, it's a clown. They're the stuff nightmares are made of. They deserve to be tranqed." "Maybe to you," Bill said. "But I've always liked clowns. They're just trying to make the world a happier place, one squirt gun at a time." Molly sighed. "Fine. We'll leave the clown alone. But if