"So, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly asked, fiddling with her lock picks. "We go in while the magic show's happening. All eyes on the clown." "It's not a clown, it's a magician. Different skill sets entirely." Bill rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Kids screaming, parents filming, nobody watching the present table. We're in and out in two minutes." "The party's at three, right?" "Yeah. Little Timmy's sixth birthday extravaganza." Molly winced. "Does it bother you we're stealing from a six-year-old?" "Does it bother you that last week we stole dentures from a retirement home?" "Those were solid gold! This is different. It's a kid." "A kid who's getting forty presents he'll forget about in a week." "Fair point. What's our exit strategy?" "Back door through the kitchen." "And if someone sees us?" "We're the entertainment's assistants, grabbing props." "Brilliant. What if they ask what props?" "The... disappearing presents trick?" Molly snorted. "You're terrible at this." "Hey, I got us the floor plan, didn't I?" "From a Chuck E. Cheese website." "It's basically the same layout." "Right. Let's go rob some children."