Molly twirled the lock pick between her fingers, eyeing the brightly decorated door. "We've done a lot of dumb heists, but this takes the cake," she muttered. Bill cracked his knuckles. "Can't argue with fat kid's presents though. Gotta rip it or quick, Mol." She sighed and jammed the pick into the keyhole. "Fine, but if I get arrested breaking into a six year old's Barbie themed slumber party, you're bailing me out. Shoot, looks like there's-" Suddenly, the door swung open as a banshee's scream pierced the air. "IT'S DADDY'S SPECIAL... FRIEND! EVERYONE, LOOK WHO'S HERE!!" Molly shielded her ears as a gaggle of whiny girl voices squealed. All eyes fell upon the two intruders through the doorway. Bill grinned and slapped his arms around Molly. "Surprise, ladies! You remembered right, Becca? Our two year anniversary! I thought we'd celebrate with a late night double date at Great Grandma's house! What, no applause?" The little girls burst into giggles at the absurd "couple."