Molly studied the map of the house, tracing her finger along the hallways and rooms. "Alright, I've got the layout memorized. Once we're in, Bill, you head straight for the living room. That's where the present table should be. I'll take care of the security system." Bill nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement behind his ski mask. "Sounds like a plan. You got the lockpicks ready?" Molly held up her kit. "You bet I do. I've got every tool we need to crack this joint." "And what about the kid's room? We can't miss out on the best stuff," Bill said, his voice tinged with greed. Molly's lips curled into a smirk. "Leave that to me. I'll be in and out before you can say 'happy birthday'." She folded up the map and tucked it into her backpack. "Alright, time to put on our party faces. Ready to crash the party and make off with the loot?" "Born ready," Bill grinned. Molly checked her watch. "Showtime. Let's go make some birthday magic... and a nice profit." With a flourish, Molly picked the front door lock, and the two thieves slipped inside, ready to ransack the party and leave with armloads of stolen presents.