Molly paced back and forth in front of the large picture window of the upscale suburban house, her eyes darting from the bright blue bounce house to the cotton candy machine that was spinning out fluffy pink clouds of sugar. She adjusted her oversized sunglasses and checked her watch for the tenth time. "Bill, come on! It's almost two o'clock. The party is supposed to be over at three and we still haven't figured out how to get in." Bill, lounging on the grass, didn't even flinch. "Relax, Molly. We've got plenty of time. I'm just waiting for the right moment to strike." Molly let out an exasperated sigh. "The right moment? The right moment was about twenty minutes ago when the clown showed up. We could have snuck in with him." Bill propped himself up on his elbows. "The clown is a pro, Molly. He's been doing this for years. He would have spotted us in a heartbeat." Molly huffed and crossed her arms. "Well, what's your plan, then? Hmm? Got any bright ideas, Mr. Mastermind?" Bill sat up and brushed the grass off his jeans. "I do, actually. Follow me." He led Molly around the side of the house to a small wooden fence that separated the yard from the neighbor's property. Bill hopped over the fence with ease and held out his hand to help Molly over. "What are we doing?" Molly whispered, looking around nervously. "We're going to sneak in through the doggy door," Bill whispered back. Molly raised an eyebrow. "The doggy door? Are you kidding me?" Bill shrugged. "Hey, it's either that or dress up as the ice cream man. And trust me, you don't want to see me in a pair of plaid pants and a matching hat." Molly rolled her eyes. "Good point. Okay, let's do it." They crept around to the back of the house, staying low to the ground. Bill squeezed through the small door and Molly followed, her shoulder getting caught on the doorframe. "Ouch! Stupid doggy door," she muttered. Bill helped her to her feet and they tiptoed through the laundry room, their ears perked up, listening for any sign of the partygoers. "They're all outside," Bill whispered, motioning towards the back door. Molly nodded and they crept out into the kitchen. The presents