Molly and Bill huddled behind a dumpster in the alley, peeking out at the brightly decorated suburban house..Streamers of colorful balloons and "Happy 8th Birthday Tommy!" signs fluttered in the morning breeze. Joyous shouts of children rang out from the backyard. Molly sipped her coffee. "What do you make of the security?" Bill shuffled his feet impatiently. "Security? It's a kid's birthday, not the Louvre. Some tipsy soccer moms and laid-back dads. Piece of cake." "Well, the cake part looks promising. But we can't be too careful. Grab and go, yeah?" "Oh come on, live a little!" Bill grinned, patting his baggy overalls pocket where a baguette-shaped lockpick tool lay hidden. "I've been practicing with these new baby-related jimmy-joints. We'll be in and out of there faster than a toddler in a glue factory." "I don't care if it's raining cats and daggers, it better be worth it. Okay, go." Bill vaulted the fence and scampered to a side window. Molly followed, heart thudding. He spritzed the lock and shouldered it open. They ducked inside, stuffing dusky pink goody bags into duffels. A presenty pyramid climaxed in the center of the room. Suddenly, a banshee wail pierced the din: "WHERE'S MY THUNDERHORSE? SOMEBODY STOLE MY TOY!" Tiny footsteps thudded up the hallway. Adrenaline shot through Molly's veins as she grabbed a rainbow-swirled piñata. She and Bill dove out the window just in time, tumbling in the bushes as__).