"Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly asked nervously as they crept through the darkened backyard. "The presents are right there," Bill hissed. "No one's going to miss a couple of toys from a dumb kid's birthday party." Molly bit her lip. Her partner always got her into these harebrained schemes. But the thrill of the heist was too tempting to resist. "Okay, let's do this quick. In and out, capiche?" Bill grinned and pulled out his lock picks. "You got it, babe. Meet you by the gate in five." As Bill jimmied the lock on the backdoor, Molly's eye fell upon a pile of wrapped gifts. Her hand itched to snatch them up. One little taste of victory couldn't hurt...