"Alright, let's go over the plan one more time," said Molly as she adjusted her wig in the mirror. "You create a distraction near the bouncy castle, I grab the present pile, and we're outta here." "Easy peasy," Bill replied with a smirk. "How much swag do you think a bunch of rugs and one-eyed dolls will fetch on the black market anyway?" "Lemme tell ya, Bill, designer kid toys fetch a pretty penny. And with 20 rug rats at this shindig, we're talkin' bank!" Molly stuffed her backpack full of gift bags as they approached the house. "Damn, you never cease to amaze me with your scintillating schemes. Birthday booty, who'da thought?" Bill chuckled. "This is sick." "Only the absolute best from your girl Moll! I've sniffed out the ripest cherry tomato in town to swipe the loot from. C'mon, let's get this over with so we can fence these toys off before naptime hits." They slipped around the back of the house to the open window, unlatching the lock with ease. Molly hopped inside, bag open wide. "Cover me Bill. Time to snatch these baby boxes!" "Knock knock! The Hamburgler at your service!" He stage whispered as she slung sack after sack into the duffle. A shriek pierced the air. "I spy the mommy! Get out, now!" Bill scrambled in, grabbing the last doll. They tore out in a cloud of eviction. "Presto chango! Time for theGTFO! One quick fence and we can live like kings for months." Molly gasped, pieces of cake and straw holding them in their bags.