Molly and Bill crouched behind a bush across the street, peering at the suburban house festooned with balloons and streamers. The screaching screams and shrieks of delighted children emanated from inside. "I can't believe we're stealing from little kids on their birthday. Rock bottom," Bill grumbled, lighting a cigarette. "You were the one who suggested it," Molly replied, checking her backpack full of lock-picks and toys. "Yeah but I didn't think you'd actually go for it you cold-hearted beast." "I'm not heartless, I'm pragmatic. Those brats have more loot than a overweight pirate. Time to redistribute the wealth, Robin Hood style." Bill sighed. "You're not making this better. Okay, what's the plan?" Molly consulted her copy of the party schedule. "Cake time. That's our window. While they stuff their cherubic faces with chocolate, we slip in through the dog flap." "It's a good thing I still fit in tight spaces." Molly smirked. "You'd better, tubby. After you, svelte." They scurried to the side of the house and squeezed through the doggy door flank. In the kitchen, they found the haul - a massive pile of colorfully wrapped presents. "Jackpot," Bill breathed. "Oh, hell yeah..." "Grab 'em and go," Molly bossed. But Bill had paused in awe before a giant spaceship playset. "Unbelievable. It's just like the one I always wanted. No one ever got me..." Molly rolled her eyes. "Pull it together SEAL Team Six. Cake wait for no man." She unzipped a large sack and they frantically shoved toys inside as the shrieking grew louder. Bill paused over an extra glittery present. "Uh oh. Whipped up something to my ma for happy mother's day..." "Grab all the loot!" Molly hissed. Bill reluctantly slipped the extra gift inside just as the brats stampeded in. "Mommy! Intruders!"