Molly and Bill crept through the garden of the grand mansion, their hearts pounding in sync with the distant music from the children's birthday party. The moonlight cast long, dancing shadows across their path, an unsettling reminder of the gravity of their mission. Bill pulled out a tiny saw from his pocket and began to carefully cut through the wooden fence separating them from their target. Molly watched him work, her eyes darting nervously between his sawing and the mansion's windows. "We'll need to be quick," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant laughter and screams of joy. "And we can't let the kids see us. I don't want any nightmares on little Timmy's birthday." Bill chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I've got a plan. Once we're in, we'll slip into the back and make a beeline for the present table. In and out before anyone notices." He finished the hole just in time for a bright spotlight to beam down on them from a motion sensor. Molly gasped, but Bill simply smiled and tossed her through the opening. "After you, darling. The show's about to begin." With mocking bows and grandiose gestures, Molly and Bill stepped into the yard, the spotlight following close behind. They locked eyes, exchanged a mischievous wink, and silently Read More