Spells-R-Us: Burglars by Bad Irving (Various)

It was a dark and stormy night. At the sound of a clock striking midnight, the door to Spells-R-Us crept open. Getting up from his kneeling position, the spindly young man announced "That's got it. That lock was nothing to pick." Cautiously and slowly the gang of eight advanced into the darkened room. They cast shadows as lightning flashed outside the window of the shop.