Molly twirled the end of her cigarette around her index finger, blowing out a stream of smoke as she studied the floor plan in front of her. "Okay, so where's the catch?" Bill, sprawled out on the couch, tossed the TV remote aside and picked up his own cigarette. "What do you mean? I told you, it's a slam dunk. The kid's birthday party is on the second floor, the presents are left in the playroom. We slip in, grab the loot, and we're out the door before the clown even starts making balloon animals." Molly raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No alarms? No security guards?" Bill snorted. "It's a kid's party, Mols. The most intense security they've got is the hyperactive birthday boy's older brother who's stuck in charge of making sure nobody takes an extra cupcake." Molly tapped her foot impatiently. "And what about the parents? They just let their kids run around unsupervised?" "Ah, these are helicopter parents, Mols. They're all downstairs in the living room, drinking wine and complaining about how hard it is to get good help these days. Trust me, they won't notice a thing." She scowled. "And what about the party itself? There's gotta be decorations, music... it's going to be a madhouse." Bill shrugged. "We slip in when the party's in full swing. The kids will be too busy eating cake and screaming at each other to notice us, and the noise from the music will cover our tracks." Molly sighed, stomping out her cigarette in the ashtray. "And what's the haul?" "About two hundred presents, all high-end stuff. Toys, gadgets, probably some jewelry." "And how are we getting out of there?" Bill grinned. "I've got a buddy who's going to stash a van in the alley behind the building. We load up the presents, and we're gone." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what about the kid? He's just going to sit there and watch us walk off with all his presents?" Bill chuckled. "Kid's going to be too busy crying because he didn't get the new Lego set he wanted to notice we're there." She shook her head. "You know, sometimes I worry about your moral compass." Bill snorted. "Hey, it's all about supply and demand, Mols. And right now,