Bill scratched his scruffy beard, looking at the blueprints spread across the table. "So the kid's party is tomorrow at three. The presents will be piled near that bay window." "Perfect," Molly said, twirling a lock of red hair. "While the magician has everyone distracted with his rabbit trick, we slip in through the back door." "You sure that'll work? What about the parents?" "Trust me, they'll all be filming their precious angels. Nobody watches the gifts." Bill frowned. "I dunno, Mol. Stealing from kids? Feels... wrong." "Wrong? Last month we robbed a nursing home!" "Yeah, but those old folks had insurance." Bill sighed. "Plus, they weren't celebrating their birthdays." "The Johnson kid is turning six. He won't remember half those presents anyway." "What if someone sees us?" "We'll wear clown costumes. Blend right in." "I hate clowns." "You'll hate prison more. Look, twenty minutes tops, we're in and out with a haul of expensive toys we can flip online by nightfall." "Fine. But if a kid starts crying, I'm out." "Such a softie. That's why we never rob orphanages."