"So, the plan is to crash a little tyke's birthday bash and relieve the brats of their booty, eh Bill?" Molly smirked, hefting her duffel bag of gear. "That's right babe. We slip in, grab the goods quick, and bounce before anyone's the wiz to what's happening." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Kiddies'll be too busy stuffing their gobs to notice." "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy!" Molly giggled impishly as she popped a lollipop in her mouth. The garish colors clashed with her jet black hair. "Let's do this!" The duo crept up to the pastel-painted house, giggling at the strains of obnoxious party music leaking out. Molly made quick work of the back door lock with a bump key. They tiptoed into the kitchen. "I'll handle the living room," Molly stage whispered, hefting her bag. "You hit the toy box upstairs. Meet you back here in five." Bill nodded, hefting his own sack. "Piece of cake! Them's the breaks!" They crept off to plunder the presents. Minutes later they rendezvoused, triumphant. "That was a real cinch, Bill! Them kiddies never knew what hit 'em!" Molly crowed, patting her bulging sack. The pair made their getaway, laughing raucously as they bounded down the alley with their pilfered booty in tow. All in a day's work for a couple of clever crooks!