The dim yellow glow from a lone streetlight cast an ominous shadow over the party with the loud music and raucous laughter coming from the house. Bill quickly adjusted his ski mask, making sure to cover all the white parts of his face. He glanced at his partner, who was counting on her fingers. “I see five sturdy chimneys and nine decent-sized vents,” Molly whispered excitedly. “If I can wriggle through it, you can." Bill flushed, feeling like he was six years old again. “I can do the chimney no problemo.” Her clownish hourglass figure jiggled as she shrugged her shoulders. “Heh, sounds like we got a professional team. I’ll be too big troll it.” She shifted her wide hips from side to side. “This can is keokay tight pants sometimes ya know?”