In the shadows of a suburban neighborhood, Molly and Bill stood, assessing the target: a sprawling house with a vibrant sign reading "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" Molly adjusted her gloves, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, we've got the plan. We get in, we get the presents, and we get out. No more than fifteen minutes." Bill smirked, pulling a small lock-picking tool from his pocket. "You always know how to make a job sound simple." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're telling me. I've seen your 'simple' jobs." Bill chuckled, "Well, we've got to be quick. The parents will be back from the store any minute." Molly nodded, scanning the house. "And we've got to be quiet. That Timmy kid might see us." Bill grinned. "Don't worry, we've practiced this. Quiet as mice." Molly sighed, "You know, I'd rather just steal the presents than deal with his mom's 'open' security system." Bill laughed, "You can't steal from a kid without a heart, Molly. That's not how we roll." Molly looked at him, a smile on her face. "Fine. Let's do this. But if I see that kid, I'm out." Bill winked, "Deal." They moved forward, their steps silent on the grass. The house loomed before them, the presents a tantalizing prize.