Molly fiddled with the bobby pin, trying to pick the lock on the window. "Alright, Bill, you sure this is the right one? I mean, sure, the notes said this was the most extravagant kid's party downtown, but I gotta admit, I was expecting a bit more security than this." Bill slid a crowbar under the windowsill. "I told you, Molly, the parents are all politicians and business types. They figure nobody would think to steal from a precious little fluffy unicorn birthday party!" "Heh, fluffy unicorn." Molly finally got the lock to click. She slipped inside and landed on her tippy-toes. "Alright, Bill. Birthday presents should be to the left of the cake! I'll give the signal when it's time."