Molly paced the dimly lit alley, her sneakers making soft squelching sounds on the wet pavement. Bill leaned against the brick wall, his eyes fixed on the brightly lit house across the street. A banner reading "Happy 6th Birthday, Timmy!" hung crookedly from the eaves, fluttering in the gentle breeze. "What's the plan, Bill?" Molly asked, pausing in her pacing to adjust the black beanie covering her bright pink hair. "We sneak in through the doggy door, grab the presents, and make our exit," Bill replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How hard can it be?" Molly shot him a look. "You're not exactly filling me with confidence, Bill." Bill pushed off from the wall, ambling over to stand beside Molly. "Hey, come on, I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're a professional at getting caught, maybe." Bill smirked. "Hey, that one time doesn't count. I was trying to make a break for it with a sixty-inch flat screen TV down my pants. What were you expecting?" Molly chuckled, despite herself. "Maybe a little less squirming and a lot less screaming." Bill grinned. "I was just trying to get into character. 'I'm not stealing this TV, I've just got a really big—' Ow!" Molly's fist connected with his stomach, cutting off the rest of the sentence. "Okay, okay, I deserved that," Bill wheezed, clutching at his midsection. Molly's eyes darted back to the house. "We need to get moving. I can hear the ice cream truck pulling up." Bill nodded, already heading for the gap in the fence. "You're right. Last thing we need is a bunch of sugar-hyped six-year-olds getting in our way." Molly followed Bill through the gap, her eyes scanning the backyard for any signs of witnesses. The party was in full swing, with kids laughing and shouting around a long table laden with cake, snacks, and presents. A giant pink inflatable bounce house dominated one corner of the yard, while a man in a bright orange wig and clown makeup worked on painting the birthday boy's face with a giant purple mustache. "Okay, here's the plan," Bill whispered, as they crept across the lawn. "You grab the presents, I'll grab the cake. We meet back at