Molly peered through the window, her keen eyes scanning the brightly decorated party room. Streamers hung from the ceiling, twisting and turning in the afternoon breeze that crept in from the slightly ajar window. In the center of the room was a long table piled high with gaily wrapped presents in every color imaginable. The sight made Molly's mouth water with anticipation. This was going to be easy pickings. She glanced over at Bill, her longtime partner in crime, who crouched next to her. His grizzled face was split by a wide grin, his one good eye glinting with mischief as the other stared sightlessly off to the side. "What do you think, kid? Looks like the perfect setup for a heist," Bill stage whispered to her. "A bunch of brats all distracted with party games and cake. No one's gonna notice us slipping in and out." Molly nodded, reaching up to adjust her blonde wig and polka-dot party dress. "And with these costumes, we'll fit right in. Just have to time it when the parents aren't around." She slid the window open fully and climbed inside, landing silently on the carpet. Bill followed right behind her, his bulky frame jostling some of the streamers. "Oopsie daisy!" He giggled, patting the decorations back into place. Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help chuckling. Bill was a lovable oaf, if a bit clumsy sometimes. She headed straight for the present mountain and began tossing packages into an oversized diaper bag she'd brought along for just this purpose. "I gotta say, this is a helluva lot more fun than our usual jobs," Bill remarked, plopping himself down on the floor to rifle through a stack of wrapped boxes. "I mean, I know we're stealing and all, but at least we get to enjoy the loot a little first, ya know?" He held up a stuffed bear, its button eyes gleaming, and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a cheery tune and a wave of its fuzzy paw. "Hey, whataya say we keep a few for ourselves? As a little reward for a job well done, like?" Molly paused, considering, as she tucked the last few packages away. "Hmmm... I don't know, Bill. You know we have rules. Everything we take gets fenced and split, no exceptions." "But c'mon! A few