Molly leaned against the wall, eyes scanning the suburban house across the street. "Alright, so the plan is to sneak in during the piñata portion of the festivities, when everyone's distracted by the sugared-up rug rats." Bill snorted, adjusting his earpiece. "Like they're gonna notice us amidst all the chaos. I mean, have you seen the amount of glitter it takes to throw a kids' party? We'll be practically invisible." "I hope so, because I don't want to deal with any middle-aged moms on a sugar high chasing us out into the parking lot with a Sharpie and a homemade poster board. Besides, the real prize is the birthday boy's Lego collection. I've heard it's worth a small fortune." "Forever the mark of a true gentleman thief, Molly. You're only in it for the Lego porn." Bill chuckled. "We should've just stuck to the cat burglaries. At least those kitties don't judge you." "Shut up, this is all about the presents. And don't even get me started on the idea of pensioners reminiscing about their youth while insulting us through peepholes and hinged wheeled doors. Get the binoculars, and let's scope out this shindig."