The sun had barely set over the sleepy town, but Molly and Bill were already huddled in the shadows, finalizing their plan. They stood beside a towering skyscraper of a house, with floor-to-ceiling windows that sparkled like diamonds against the twilight. This was the epicenter of their operation: a children's birthday party in full swing. The scent of cotton candy and hot dogs wafted through the crisp autumn air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly stolen cash from a previous heist. Molly, dressed in a flowing burgundy gown that could have rivalled a movie premiere, sighed impatiently. "Come on, Bill. Time's a-wastin'. We've got presents to pilfer." Bill, sporting a baggy suit that dwarfed his petite frame, adjusted his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. "Almost there, darling. I've got the entire blueprint memorized. Seventeen rooms, two guards, and one inevitable.Contains siren." Molly groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're as bad as the guards, Bill. Focus." Bill grinned. "Immense respect, dear. But you're the one who insisted on this heist." He pulled out a folded piece of paper, sprinkled with red X's and blue checkmarks. "Our entrance will be through the ventilation system. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy, as you Americans say." Molly snatched the paper from his grubby fingers. "No, you say 'simple' not 'easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy'. I'm not sure where you picked up that nonsense, but it's annoying." Bill shrugged. "British stand-up comedians, dear. Learned it from the best." His eyes lit up with mischief. "When we split the spoils, I'll buy us ringside seats to a Monty Python live show!" Molly's face softened, then hardened into determination. "No promises, Bill. This is business." She tucked the map into her cleavage, adjusting her blue-green wig. "Okay, let's recap: You take out the guards, I grab the gifts, and we exit through the partygoers, disguised as guests." Bill winked. "Got it, boss-lady. But what if the kiddos recognize us?" A chorus of giggles and shouts erupted from the house, as a piñata cracked open and children chased after fluttering candy. Molly smirked. "They're too busy having fun to notice our highly questionable disguises." Bill snorted. "Even I didn't think our capers would reduce to joining the 'fun.' Alright, now or never. Here goes nothing..." He dashed towards the edge of the property, following the route they'd painstakingly mapped out. Molly chased after him, the embroidery on her fake dress flapping in the wind. "For the last time, Bill, we're not Robin Hood! No stunts, no in-depth questioning from the cops, and definitely no Instagram selfies." As they reached the back of the house, they scaled the walls, Bill tapping his watch. "In three…two…one… We secure the vents and infiltrate." The velvety darkness of the ventilation duct swallowed them, the hum of the party fading into the rustling of their stolen uniforms and the sound of their heavy breaths. Far beneath, children sang 'Happy Birthday,' blissfully unaware of the pair of thieves above, intent on snatching their gift-filled reality.>>>(end) ```