Molly, in a bright red hoodie, fidgeted with a tiny lockpick. "Bill, are you sure this is our best angle?" She gestured towards the window of the lavishly decorated party hall. Bill, in a black beret and sunglasses, chuckled. "Relax, sweetheart. The kids are too busy playing games to notice us. Besides, what do you call a kid who can't count to 10? A present-nerd!" He winked. Molly rolled her eyes. "You're terrible with kids, you know that? But you're right, let's just make this quick." She paused, then added, "And don't get any ideas about the cake. I'm not sharing." Bill smirked. "Deal. But if I see one of those god-awful clowns, all bets are off." He started towards the window. "You coming?" Molly sighed, tucking the lockpick back into her pocket. "Let's just get this over with."