The sound of sugar-fueled shrieks and wobbly party games drifted from the mansion's backyard, a festive facade hiding the night's true purpose. Molly adjusted the grip on her lockpick, her bright pink hair a stark contrast to the muted tones of the lavish decorations. Bill, a man built like a gentle giant, ambled alongside her, his eyes fixed on the list of guests' gifts. "Alright, kiddo's birthday, loads of loot, and a security system that's as effective as a kindergarten teacher on a sugar high," Bill muttered, stroking his impressive beard. "We hit the ticket with this one." "Shh, not so loud," Molly whispered, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "We don't want to alert the happy family to our presence." Bill nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You know, I've always wondered what's inside those party favors. Maybe a tiny unicorn that will give away our whole operation." As they sidled up to the French doors, a particularly rambunctious child crashed into the glass, earning a parental apology and a chorus of high-pitched laughter. Bill raised an eyebrow at Molly, and she shrugged, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Might as well add an extra wrinkle to the plan," he whispered, before grabbing the door handle and carefully prying it open.