The door creaked open. "It's a go, boss." Bill emerged from the darkened hallway, wiping sweat from his brow. "I scoped the joint - a dozen brats, easy. Parents too shit-faced to notice anything." Molly arched an eyebrow, pulling on leather gloves. "The presents?" "Stacked like a fuckin' tower of Pisa. Dolls, Legos, that shit. No security, nothin'." She allowed herself a tight grin. "Perfect. You know the drill - I'll distract the rug rats while you stuff the swag in the sack. Nice and easy." Bill hefted a bulging sack, muscles straining. "Easy as pie. We'll be sipping champagne 'fore you can say 'pin the tail on the donkey'." Molly checked her watch. "Ten minutes 'till party time. Let's move." They slipped out the back door and crept along the alley, hearts pounding with anticipation. In moments, the job would be done and the presents theirs. Just a couple of kids themselves, playing at being bad. The world's oldest profession, and the most fun. Molly paused by a side window and peered through a gap in the curtains at the glittery party decorations, the colorful pile of gifts. She licked her lips. "On three," she murmured. Bill nodded. "One..." The sack dangled from his fist. "Two..." He took a deep breath. "Three!" They crashed through the window in a shower of glass and tinsel, startling the assembled children and adults into shocked silence. "Nobody move!" Molly barked, brandishing a pistol. "This is a robbery!" Bill sprinted for the presents, dumping them into the sack with wild abandon. "What's happening?!" a mother cried. A father sputtered indignantly. "Shut it, you!" Molly snapped. "Bill, hurry!" "Yes ma'am!" The sack bulged obscenely as he filled it to bursting. "Done!" "You there, hand over the presents!" "Ain't no way!" Bill hefted the sack and charged for the window. Molly fired a warning shot and the parents dove for cover, shrieking. The thieves burst out the window in a clatter of glass, the sack dragging behind Bill as he ran. They pounded down the alley, Molly firing wildly behind them