The two thieves, Molly and Bill, sat in their dingy office, staring down at the blueprint of the house where the birthday party was being held. "So, the plan is to go in through the back window and sneak past the kitchen," said Molly, her finger tracing the route on the map. Bill nodded. "We'll be in and out in 30 seconds. The loot will be ours!" Molly snorted. "Yeah, until the brats realize all their presents are gone. Then we'll have a bunch of screaming kids on our tail." "Who cares about the kids? We'll be long gone by then!" Bill exclaimed. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one who has to carry the loot," Molly replied. "I'm not exactly built for hauling around a bunch of toys and trinkets." "You can just shove 'em in your purse," Bill suggested. Molly looked at him incredulously. "My purse? You know I only have room in there for my hairbrush, makeup, and a couple of grenades, right?" "Okay, fine. I'll carry the loot then," Bill grumbled. "Happy now?" Molly smiled, satisfied. "I am. Now let's go steal ourselves some presents!"