Molly and Bill huddled under the cheap, flickering neon sign of the abandoned car repair shop, peeking out into the street. The birthday party was in full swing, kids screaming with glee behind the colorful streamers hanging from the windows of the modest home. "I don't know Bill, this is crazy. What if we get caught? We could get thrown in juvie!" Molly whispered, eyes darting around wary of the traffic. "Oh come on, you're not still worried about that, are you? Juvie's not so bad, I proved that on my 16th birthday," Bill chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. It's not funny when the cops throw you around for good measure! Alright, so you got the blueprint, where do we start?" Bill cringed, muttering to himself before taking out a crinkled map of the room. "Tha... there are two rooms for the kids, separated by this long hallway. That's where the treasure is, I'm assuming." "Alright, so we break into the hallway, grab the presents, and hustle out." Molly ran her fingers through her hair as she thought. "Easy peasy." Bill snorted. "You're lucky you're cute, you're not very smart. Do you remember what I called those kids, like every five seconds?" "You called them 'rotten little brats'. Yeah, we definitely don't want to run into any of them interrupting us while we're stealing their birthday presents." Taking the map from Bill, Molly peeked out again at the mayhem. "So it's now or never," she decided. "I'm in." Bill nodded, pulling the bandana over his face. "Let's quietly work our way through this kiddie nightmare, and disappear with enough loot to live off it for months." "Three, two, one..." Molly whispered before propelling herself over the hedges to the door. Heart pounding, she unlocked it with Bill by her side. "Too late, we've made it before anyone noticed!" Creeping inside, they wove quietly through the children who could not yet figure out what the commotion was. Removed toys were strewn across the floor as they stepped into the hallway with four towering hampers brimming with birthday gifts. "I remember all the birthdays I've had to participate in as an unwilling guest. Now we know why I became a criminal." "The contingency plan is working perfectly... why did I choose to recruit you again." Bill would laugh menacingly every time her paranoia kicked up. "Yet here we are, desperate, female partners in crime." Molly was paranoid, but Bill was worse. Maybe he was onto something. She was about to scream right then that this was all a bad idea when she noticed the sliding back door was wide open...