"I've talked to Sally," Molly whispered, her neon-green hair brushing against Bill's shoulder as she leaned in close. "She's going to be out for a couple hours, we should have plenty of time to get in and out." Bill scanned the nondescript suburban house, shifting his weight uneasily. "You're sure she's not going to get suspicious?" "Of course I'm sure. She's having a facial at the spa, the last thing she wants is to be disturbed. Do you have the alarm codes?" "Check, plus it's easy enough to find in those open basement windows," Bill smirked, producing the crude lockpicks from his back pocket. "Alright, what's the plan?" Molly peeled off the sticky note with the codes. "Creep through the basement, you grab the presents, I check for the safe. Cetera cetera. I've got the decompressions exclusively went over it." "Sounds like a plan. We'll meet back here in two, be careful Bill!" Molly hopped up and pulled him in for a grotesque kiss.