Molly glanced over the vibrant house, adorned with balloons and streamers while Bill adjusted the straps on his bag. “So, this is it,” she whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “The heist of the tiny tots.” Bill let out a low chuckle, his eyes scanning the colorful scene before them. “Yeah, steal the gifts and make a grand escape. Simples. Like a bank job but with candy canes and Happy Birthday banners.” “Mild mannered on the outside,” Molly started to jot down in her tiny notebook, “but when it comes to gift-stealing, we’re the top tier.” “The only good thing about this heist being at a kids' party,” Bill mused, “is that they won’t even suspect us if we’re dancing to the Macarena.” Molly wrinkled her nose. “Is it too late to escape that scenario? Because I just heard this sweaty, pigtailed disaster wearing a unicorn onesie is about to ruin the ambiance with her dancing.” “I’d rather not,” Bill agreed, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smirk. “Hand me that binoculars, will you?” Molly handed over the binoculars. “Remember, we stick close to the giant inflatable gorilla. If we go incognito, it’s easier to blend in among the extras.” “That thing looks like it swallowed Borg from Star Trek,” Bill remarked, focusing the binoculars on the gorilla. “But alright, I suppose a lot of merchandise does come from that era.” She looked at him, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. “A little amount of time travel, and we're all set.” The door burst open to the sounds of sirens and the sky outside darkened ominously, and the two thieves exchanged a glance before diving into the plan.