Molly peered at Bill through the dimly lit room of the abandoned warehouse. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently as the lights flickered on and off above them. "We've got to be quick," she said, her voice barely audible. "This kid's birthday party is happening right now." "I know, I know," Bill said, rolling his eyes. He stepped over to the table, grabbing the latest in lock-picking utensils. His hands were shaking as he loaded a bag full of gadgets. "But you can't rush art. Just watch me.” He held up a small mirror, looking at himself sideways. "We're going to steal those presents right under their noses and no one will be the wiser.” He paused, grinning broadly. "I bet they won’t even miss them." "I bet they won't," agreed Molly, nodding in agreement. "We're unstoppable. And after this, we'll have enough presents to sell off and live the life of luxury." With that plan in motion, Bill began working on breaking into the gift box, and Molly crouched at the entrance – ready to make their heist astonishingly smooth.