Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of a dumpster behind the suburban home, the sound of children's laughter and upbeat music drifting through the air. Molly adjusted her cat burglar mask, making sure it sat snug on her face. "I still can't believe we're stealing presents from a kid's party," Bill muttered, his voice muffled by the ski mask covering the lower half of his face. "This is a low point, Molly. Even for us." "Don't be such a grump," Molly said, patting the black duffle bag slung over her shoulder. "Those kids have everything they need. Besides, the presents will be worth a fortune on the black market. That new toy, 'Sparkles the Singing Unicorn' is selling for triple retail." Bill snorted. "Yeah, until the batteries run out after three days." "Hey, we don't make the toys, we just steal them," Molly said with a grin. "Alright, you know the plan?" "I think I can handle not getting caught by a bunch of sugar-fueled toddlers," Bill replied dryly. Molly shot him a look. "We go through the open window into the playroom, grab as many presents as we can carry, and then out the back door. Easy peasy." "And if we get caught?" "We improvise," Molly said with a wink. "I've got a great 'concerned neighbor' act down pat." Bill shook his head but followed Molly as she crept across the lawn. They reached the open window and Molly hoisted herself up, swinging her legs over the sill. Bill handed up the duffle bag before following. Inside, the playroom was a riot of color and chaos. Molly's eyes widened at the towering pile of gifts, shiny and enticing in their colorful wrapping paper. "Jackpot," Bill breathed. Molly quickly got to work, shoving presents into the bag while Bill kept watch at the door. Just as Molly zipped the bag shut, a small voice cut through the room. "Mommy, Mommy, I saw someone in the playroom!" Molly and Bill exchanged panicked looks. Molly grabbed the bag and shoved it at Bill before dashing across the room. "Here!" she called loudly, waving her arms. "I'm the clown! Let's sing happy birthday!" A sea of confused little faces turned to look at her as Bill slipped out the back door. Molly launched into an off-key rendition of "