"You know the plan, right?" Molly asked, her eyes glinting under the lamplight. "We waltz in, grab the loot, and disappear before they even know what hit 'em." Bill snorted. "Piece of cake. I got the floor plan memorized. Birthday girl's room is on the second floor, east wing. That's where they'll stash the presents." "You better not screw this up, Billy boy," Molly warned. "I've got my eye on that giraffe stuffed animal from Grandma Edna. Rare vintage collectible, worth a mint on eBay." "Always thinking with your wallet," Bill grumbled. "Well, now that I've got my lockpicks and Billy here," he patted his crowbar, "we're in business." "Alright, I'll distract the guests with some lame magic tricks while you slip upstairs. But be quick about it! This whole party's giving me a cavity." "Roger that, partner. Oh, and Molls?" "Yeah?" "Watch out for the dog. Last time I saw Ruffles, he was eyeing my prosthetic leg like it was a ham bone." "Wow, we're really going to steal from a bunch of brats at their own birthday party," Molly shook her head as they approached the front door. "What has this world come to?" Bill cracked his knuckles. "No honor among thieves, my dear. No honor at all."