Molly and Bill crouched behind the bush, eyes fixed on the colorful decorations flapping in the breeze. The sound of laughter and chatter drifted from inside the house. "So, you sure this is the right place?" Bill whispered. Molly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and consulted it. "Yeah, it's here. Timmy's 7th birthday party. Supposed to be a big one." Bill nodded, a glint in his eye. "Let's see... I count at least five bouncy houses, a giant cake with ice cream, a pony ride..." He paused, counting on his fingers. "Oh, and a freaking dunk tank with the kids' principal. This party is going to be epic!" Molly shot him a withering look. "This is a heist, Bill. We're not here for the free food." "Hey, that ice cream cake is top shelf. I'm grabbing a slice on the way out." Molly sighed, but couldn't hide her grin. "Fine, but only if you carry it with both hands. No dripping on the presents." They both cackled silently as they crept around the house, looking for an unguarded entrance. Presents or cake, today was going to be a good day.