Molly tightened her grip on the crowbar. "You sure about this, Bill? Children's party presents? It seems a bit... I don't know... low." Bill adjusted his ski mask as he knelt by the window. "Hey, those gifts are all high-end designer junk. Designer teddy bears, gold-plated toy cars, a miniature Louis Vuitton handbag for Barbie. This kid's spoiled rotten." Molly watched the brightly lit room, the faint sounds of laughter and squeals emanating from within. "Gets us in and out fast at least. Hopefully these brats are too busy playing games to notice two masked burglars swiping their loot." Bill picked the lock with practiced ease. "Piece of cake. Though I gotta tell ya, these rich kid parties really bring me back. Remember when it was just you, me, and a freshly looted toy store? Simpler times." Molly snickered as the window popped open. "Yeah, before we got so... professional. Ready? On three. One, two..." "Three!" They slipped inside, heartbeats in time, eyes glued to the rainbow-wrapped bounty. The heist was on.