Molly, perched on the fence, surveyed the brightly lit backyard. "Bill, you sure about this? It's a kid's party." Bill, adjusting his fake mustache, grinned. "Molly, my dear, we're not stealing from the kids. We're stealing from their parents. They can afford it." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how do you figure that?" Bill pointed at the house. "Look at that place. They've got a pool, a hot tub, and a fucking slide. They're loaded." Molly sighed, checking her watch. "Alright, but we're in and out. No harming the little tykes." Bill saluted. "Scout's honor. Now, let's go steal some Christmas."