Molly leaned against the grimy wall of the alleyway, tapping her foot impatiently. "Where are you, Bill? We don't have all day." Her voice echoed off the damp bricks. "Oh, relax," Bill's voice came from the other end of the alley, accompanied by the sound of rustling bags. He appeared from the shadows, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. "I'm here. Got everything we need." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Everything? In that tiny bag?" Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't let the size fool you, love. Flashlight, lockpicks, stethoscope—" "Stethoscope?" Molly furrowed her brow. "You're not seeing a lot of these around, mate.vojoped it myself. listens into locked doors and kidnaps sounds on the otaer side. Comes in handy when ghosts are involved at lurc liquor parties." Molly shook her head. "There ain't no ghosts here, Bill. It's a kid's birthday party. Let's focus." "Right, right." Bill snubbed out his cigarette against the wall. "Alright, so here's the plan. We've got my cousin's kid's birthday bash. Twenty kids, the works. Ton of nice gravy, maybe a few pinatas." "And gifts," Molly reminded him. "The reason we're here. Golden hour—parents distracted by their own congregate adult conversation, kids milling about cutting their useless birthday cake." He pulled out a rectangle of paper— a map of the party location. "You're right, I'm left. We don't break in through main entrance." "Agreed. The kids know me. Won't be much if they wuldn't point me out to their parents stone cold dead." "Supply closet door on West hall. Usually unlooked. Clean to the patio." "Better stay that way." "You think?" Bill spared her an eyebrow before tucking the map in his coat. "So, you ready for this?" Molly shrugged, adjusting her burglar mask. She cocked a chastising expression into a smirk. "Been ready for this since the second I was born, mate. Leave your mark on the world, and all that." "Item number one, 'Take sugar from every teabag cabinet in the tri-state area.' Parents drps their tea at will, makes the fine liqueur unavailable... Kids still got their cake need their syrup for the gravy..." Molly snorted. "These fat little monsters are on massive grams of achievemenr prizes. Not just the icing and sprinkles on the party dress, but also the presents, which is also why we reel them right out of the box—" "More like blowout the candles, jump so surprise!" Bill grinned, finishing the sentence. "Think it's safer than halfpipe scoop humping cakes." He reached for her hand, and she tightened her grip. Together, they ventured out of the alleyway, aiming to stick their hand into a birthday party and steal various bagged improvisations without being seen by twenty diligent children and suspicions teenagers.