Molly and Bill were crouched behind a dumpster, carefully observing the bustling house across the street. It was a children's birthday party, and they had plans to make off with all the presents. "So, what's the strategy?" Molly asked, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Well," Bill drawled, pulling off his baseball cap and running a hand through his greasy hair, "we'll wait for all the parents to leave, then sneak in through the backdoor. From there, we'll-" "Sneak in through the backdoor?" Molly interrupted, eyes widening in horror. "You want me to climb into someone's house through the kitchen window? I might break a nail!" "It'll be fine," Bill assured her, dismissively. "We'll disarm the alarm and-" "Disarm the alarm?" Molly squeaked, her hands going to her hips. "You expect me to mess around with anyone's electronic security system? I barely know how to operate a toaster!" Bill sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Look, Molly," he began, trying to be patient, "this is a simple heist. We've done it a dozen times before." Molly rolled her eyes. "Not when there are puppies and ponies involved," she muttered under her breath. Bill frowned, not quite catching what she'd said. "What was that?" "Never mind," Molly muttered. "Let's just go in through the front door, okay? I can be convincingly charming if I have to."