Molly, her hair slicked back under a cap, adjusted the lock-picking tool in her hand. The party was just two streets away, a symphony of giggles and high-pitched whispers. " Careful, Bill," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper. "We don't want to wake the sleeping guard dog." Bill, his eyes reflecting the glow of the streetlamp, grinned. "Just remember, Molly, this isn't our first rodeo. We know how to dance with the devil without getting burned." Molly chuckled, "And here I thought you were talking about the little ones inside." Bill winked, "Always the joker, Molly. Always the joker." She nodded, "You ready?" Bill nodded back, "Ready as ever. Let's steal some joy, shall we?" Molly raised her tool, "Let's."