Molly leaned against the brick wall, adjusting her ski mask as she surveyed the scene before them. The brightly decorated house across the street was abuzz with the chatter of overexcited kids and the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen. "How many do you reckon?" Bill asked, squinting behind his own mask as he counted the bubbles on the party decorations. "Jess told me there's 50 kids coming," Molly replied, her voice muffled slightly. "Disastrous, eh? Bet those presents are like an all-you-can-take candy jar for us." "Preferably wrapped up in shiny exclusivity. I've got a marker in the fence back there, watch for the dog." "Ah already found an associate. You're cute like that." She couldn't help but tease. Bill shrugged. "One of my many vices. Alright, so in through the tv room window, come out the toad window." "Punch proves that no one ignores a weeping kid." Molly grinned, already mentally counting their earnings. "Amen to that, briver." "Right men, first man gets the cutlery, second gets the loot." They crossed the street, hunched low, gesticulating and darting between parked cars until they were behind the house.