Molly and Bill huddled in a secluded alleyway, studying the cheerful, balloon-festooned mansion across the street. Inside, the sounds of a children's party spilled out through the open windows, along with the enticing glint of shiny presents. "C'mon, Molly, it'll be a piece of cake," Bill said, practically drooling at the thought of the loot within. "It's just a bunch of kids and some harried parents. We're seasoned pros, for Pete's sake!" Molly wasn't so sure. "I dunno, Bill. Kids' parties are a whole 'nother ball game. There's, like, cake and pin the tail on the donkey and piñatas – oh, and don't even get me started on the goddamn magicians!" "Molly!" Bill hissed, "Keep it down, will ya? We don't need to attract any attention. You know the plan: we wait until the cake comes out, create a distraction, and then we swoop in like the Robin Hoods of wrapping paper. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Molly sighed, holding up her hands in defeat. "Fine, fine. But if we get caught because of some kiddo's single-digit attention span, I'm blaming you." "No worries, Molly-moo. I've got your curvaceous butt covered," Bill said with a wink, patting the oversized, attendance-prize-laden duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Now let's get in there before the 'Happy Birthday' song starts