Molly consulted the blueprint of the suburban home before her. She and Bill planned to break in later that night with the ultimate goal in mind: stealing every single present from the child's party scheduled to take place in the living room. "Alright Bill, it looks like there will be around ten presents wrapped and stacked under the tree. What's our plan of action?" "Well, Molly, I was thinking we would make our way in through the relatively easy back door. Slip in that way and make our way to the kitchen to get the hard stuff...the candy." "Alright, you'll take the presents and I'll guard the entrance. If anyone comes up behind you, just call out for help. It's not like we're in Witness Protection. I'll lock them up without a doubt." "Uh-huh. Okay, I'm in position and ready to begin...no, wait, there's two dogs. There are two German Shepards roving around the backyard. They're gonna be a problem. I'm gonna have to sneak in through the front. Here we go..." Bill snuck up the porch and goggled over the bushes at the front of the house. One dog was sniffing around a lamppost, the other around a garbage can. The coast was clear. Bill picked the lock to the front door and swiftly moved inside. He opened every door to check if anyone was there until he got to the living room. The grownups were all eating cake and the kids just started playing laser tag. Bill kept a half an eye on them while he slipped around the tree in a semi-crouch, his eyes used to the dark. The ten small boxes were all stacked in a semi-circle around Valentine's tree and were labeled with childlike stickers - "XXS", "XS", SM"; "M"; ZM", "XXL", "XXXL" and the large bear claw shaped gift in front was labeled "THIS FROM MOMMY AND DADDY". Bill grinned as he picked up a rifle just big enough to put in a thief's hands. "Hey mister you show!" A young kid confronted him and stopped him in his tracks. Bill realized the present was not yet ready to be snatched. "Mister! MISTER!" The kid grabbed his arm. "It's alright son, there's no presents here for you." The boy's eyes widened with confusion, but he quickly grew upset. "Well why is there a rifle then mister? Where are the presents?! I don't like that!" "Look, there are no presents because we're working for the Tooth Fairy!", Bill lied. The boy suddenly nodded his head, and ran to grab his mom. "It's true!" The mom said. "Okay, well in that case! Take out all these small toys you can find, it doesn't matter what or where, just bring the kid stuff for the Tooth Fairy!" "What the hell is going on here?", Bill shouted to himself. The flank of the toy room descended upon him, and he found himself surrounded. "M misdemeanor theft, exposure to your class is mandatory, sir. You're gonna have another cup of poison ivy", an officer said. "No wait, I'm working for the Tooth Fairy! I can't be arrested before I turn in my paperwork!" "I don't care if his whiskers are long, he's hers first", the mom said. Flashing lights and police sirens blasted and Bill watched as they bundled the present-laden baby into the back of a squad car. The scene faded and Bill started to work on the presents, shaking his head in both confusion and awe at the way things had just transpired.