As green flash shimmered before their eyes, Molly and Bill materialized in the lush backyard of a sprawling suburban home. Molly waved a palm-sized device in front of her, muttered a few arcane incantations, and the home's electronic security dissolved like mist. "Well, how's that for magic?" Molly chuckled with a wink. Bill grinned, fiddling with his trusty lock-picking tools. "You witchcraft types always work in mysterious ways." "Hey, this is a children's party, least I can do is go a little Hogwarts," Molly chimed, folding her arms confidently. "Now, do our thing. I'll give you the signal when the coast is clear." "Suits me," Bill nodded, sidling up to a huge manor door. "Time to divvy up and count the loot. That's the fun part." "What's the word for that, Bill?" Molly pressed as she scanned the yard. Bill thought for a split-second before blurting out, "Swaggin'!" Both started in a giggling fit as they worked to covertly make their way inside. "Party like it's 1999 and there's presents to be stolen!" Bill cackled. Molloy rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless as they slipped in undetected.