As Molly and Bill lay on the roof of the two-story house, they looked at the party in the backyard. There were balloons, streamers, and all the festivities one would expect from a children's party. Molly sat up, pulling herself to her feet as she passed the binoculars to Bill. "We have 15 minutes to grab the presents, maybe more if the people here are distracted." The sun was sinking forcibly, making the sky seem like it had already surrendered its remains. "Who do you think hired us?" Bill asked, eyeing the stroller full of presents. "You know, the type who want to take advantage of a child's birthday party." Molly sighed, pulling a bandana over her eyes. "I heard through the grapevine that a local CEO offered a large sum to anyone who could cough up their executive documents." She grabbed a goalkeeping bag, packed with sticky-back tarp and wheeled it down the roof, stopping near the front door. Bill nodded, grabbed a nearby blunt, and lit it with a lighter. "Well, let's get this over with. I doubt a child's birthday party has all the latest technology." As they snuck through the house, Molly cackled, passing a nursery full of screaming babies. "I could easily trade a stressed executive for a screaming baby in this moment!" The pair grabbed their loot, threw the tarp over the presents, and made their quick escape, leaving the party none the wiser.