It was a crisp autumn evening, the kind of night that sent a gentle breeze through the crisp autumn leaves. Bill and Molly, a seasoned duo in the art of thievery, strolled down the suburban sidewalk. Tonight, they had their sights on an unsuspecting target: a children's birthday party. Dressed in costumes to blend in, Bill, in a poorly-assembled Batman costume, and Molly, in a bright pink unicorn get-up, they approached the house. "Are you sure about this, Moll?" Bill whispered, his voice muffled behind the mask. "I mean, these are kids' presents we're stealing." Molly stopped in her tracks, her unicorn tail swishing behind her. "Liston here, Batsy. These parties are like plastic goldmines. These parents spare no expense on this nonsense. Trust me, we'll be set for months." Bill sighed in reluctant agreement. "Alright, Pony Girl, but I'm still not sure about this." The two slipped through the crowd of mingling parents and rambunctious children, weaving their way towards the heavily-laden presents table. It was a sight to behold: mountainous piles of toys and blinking lights, calling out to them like a siren's song. "Alright," Molly whispered, "distract the adults while I make my move." Bill took a deep breath and waded into the sea of overly-doting moms and dads. "Hey everyone!" he boomed, "I, Batman, have got a mystery for you to solve!" The adults