Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alleyway, their black duffel bags slung over their shoulders. "Alright, Bill, where is it?" Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the rundown storefront across the street. "We got a name on it," Bill said, squinting through his sunglasses. "The Smith kids' birthday party at the Johnsons' house. Emily's been dropping hints that she's got a thing for gifts under $20." Molly snorted. "We know, I know. She's been eyeing that Teddy Ruxpin for months. We gotta get our hands on it." Bill nodded, producing a blueprint of the house from his bag. "I've marked the vent overlooking the back door. It's the weak point in the whole security system." As they pored over the printout, a sleek white box rolled onto the pavement nearby. Molly's eyes lit up. "Ah ha! I missed that one. That's gotta be it." Bill's eyes flicked towards the box. "Or it could be the blue one... no. That's not a safe choice."