Bill surveyed the brightly decorated backyard, his eyes lingering on the colorful balloons and streamers flapping in the breeze. Distant shrieks of childlike glee wafted over from the bounce house. "Jesus, this is gonna be a real blow to those rug rats," he muttered. Molly frowned, adjusting her princess costume. "Spare me the sentiment. We need to case the joint." They crept around back, keeping low. "I made the jumpers sit on the presents," Bill said. "Should give us a ten minute window." Molly unlocked the window. Slipping inside, they began stuffing sacks with gaudy boxes. Bill paused, holding up a stuffed bear. "Gillespie wants this for his kid, right?" "We're getting paid triple what he's paying for the ring. In." Bill helped Molly cram the bear in her sack. Ripping sounds echoed from the other room. Kids were climbing off the bounce house. "Shit, they're early. Go!" Grabbing their haul, the thieves pried open the window. A child shrieked outside. "Stop mommies!" Bill vaulted over the sill and sprinted. Molly hurled the bear, beaning the kid. Pleased by their misfortune, the two scampered into the park, bags full of ill-gotten gifts.