It was a child's birthday party, all pomp and circumstance, pin the tail on the donkey, you get the picture. But to Molly and Bill, it was a golden opportunity. "Look, I'll go inside and keep them occupied," Molly said. "And you sneak in the back door. Ninety seconds, give or take." "This is crazy, we're going to get caught," Bill complained, pacing. "Humans see animals wearing clothes and someone stealing right in front of them. There's no way this is going to work." Molly rolled her eyes. "They won't see us, they'll be too caught up with me hotdogging." "The what now?" "Hotdogging…" "I know what hotdogging is! But what's that got to do with—you're not going to—" Molly smiled and twisted her hips from side to side in a rather unflattering fashion. "I'm going to do the bird dance." "The bird dance?" "Yes, the hotdogging bird dance." "I'm out of here, this is ridiculous," Bill said. "I don't need animal abuse charges on top of everything else." The distraction at the front gate was nearing its climax as Molly, donning her racoon mask, began the dance. If only she had one of those whistles tails, people would be in stitches. "You owe me," Molly said, winking. "Sneak in the back door." Bill hesitate. The consequences. The legal danger. But Molly could be quite persuasive. "Almost forgot," she whispered, dropping her pocket in his face. As Bill pocketed the dinamoinite sticks, the foolproof thief added, "Did I ever tell you that I have no eyes for Bill? Yours are my favoritest eyes of all!" Molly said, looking longingly into his eyes. "My very very favoritest sesame knuckles dainty twiddle crunch balls? Is that what you evil rascal pants on fire, can't you see how hard my eyes are for you, yesss?" "You would see yourself in a long… long pause. I think…" Bill paused. Molly was dropping some serious shark eyes. "I think you may want me for your heist minions." Molly nodded, eyeing the pandemonium at the front gate. "Okay! On three. One… Two… Three!" she said. As he made a few brisk steps toward the back door, she continued, "You evil men sneaker minions… Get your word and toothies little sneakers ready. I wanna see how speedy you can be in your sneakers… Sneakers! I love sneakers…" Within moments, Bill disappeared through the door into the house. "You roving heart-thief, little girl! You ain't leaving me that easy baby… If you make me tits sweat like this, I might just take all of your panda booties for myself! Ahhhhhhh!" Molly exclaimed. "Naw, you're mine… No you're not! I'm yours, baby!" The police cars came. Molly and Bill would not be on time for their next heist. Things had just gotten a little out of hand… Overall, it was a complete success. Molly's plan had gone off without a hitch.