"Oi, watch where yer pointin' that thing, you eejit!" Bill grumbled as Molly jabbed him in the ribs with the handle of a kitchen knife. "Will ya keep it down? Ya want the whole street to know we're up to no good?" Molly hissed, glancing around furtively. They were crouched behind a row of shrubs across the road from a tidy suburban house. A banner strung above the front door proclaimed "Happy 10th Birthday Tommy!" "So what's the plan then? We just march up there and snatch the presents out from under their noses?" Bill asked incredulously. Molly rolled her eyes. "O' course not, ya gobshite. We'll wait till the little bastards are distracted, then slip inside and grab the loot quick-like." "How do you figure?" Bill frowned. "Ain't no way to sneak by a gaggle of brats without 'em squealin'." "Ah, but that's where the magic is," Molly winked conspiratorially. She produced a handful of brightly colored lollipops and waved them enticingly. "Them sweeties'll keep the ankle-biters occupied for a bit. Just long enough for us to do our thing and scamper off with the swag." Bill scratched his head uncertainly. "I don't know, Moll. Seems a mite risky..." "Risky? Nah, more like foolproof, guv'nor," Molly declared boldly, tossing back her auburn locks. "Now c'mere and give us a leg up the wall. And keep yer gobs shut this time, y'hear?" As Bill boosted his partner over the brickwork, he couldn't help but marvel at her brazenness. The woman had balls, no two ways about it. Though her harebrained schemes always had a way of coming to grief eventually. Still, he supposed even the most audacious heists started with a first step. And if Molly was game, well...so be it. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth. After all, what was life without a little larceny and a whole lotta lark? The two of them were two of a kind - two peas in a pod of mischief and mayhem. Bill grinned as he hauled himself over the wall, landing lightly on his feet. Molly was already halfway