Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit, making sure the velcro was secure. "You know, I never thought I'd be the type to steal from kids." She said this while staring at the house in front of them, the one with the bouncy castle on the front lawn and the banner that read "Happy 8th Birthday, Timmy!" Bill, her partner in crime, chuckled. "Come on, it's not like we're taking their lunch money. We're just, shall we say, redistributing the wealth. Besides, have you seen the list of gifts this kid is getting? Tablets, game consoles, a freaking drone. The kid's making out better than most adults I know." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're just jealous because no one threw you a party this extravagant when you were eight." Bill shrugged. "Maybe. But that's not the point. The point is, this is going to be an easy score. In and out, no fuss no muss. We get in, we grab the gifts, we leave before anyone even notices we're there." Molly snorted. "You really think it's going to be that easy? There's going to be, like, a million screaming kids in there. Not to mention the obligatory 'cool dad' who thinks he's a ninja just because he took a few karate classes back in the 90s." Bill grinned. "That's why we've got a plan. I've been casing this joint for weeks. I know the layout, I know the security system, and I know exactly how to get us out with the loot without getting caught." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You've been casing a kid's party for weeks? That's, um, a little creepy, Bill." Bill held up his hands. "Hey, don't judge. I'm just doing my due diligence. Now, are you ready to get in there and make some eight-year-olds cry?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You're a monster, Bill. But yes, let's get this over with. I need to pay my rent somehow." The two of them slipped out of the shadows and made their way to the back door, where Bill produced a set of lockpicks and went to work. After a few minutes of fiddling, the door swung open and they slipped inside. As they made their way through the house, the sounds of laughter and music and sugar-high shrieking grew louder, until they finally reached the party room itself. The tables were piled high with gifts, just begging to be taken. Molly's eyes widened as she scanned the room, her fingers twitching with anticipation. "Okay," Bill whispered, his eyes shining with mischief. "Let's get to work."