"This could be our golden ticket, no?" Molly beamed across the kitchen table, a thick blue folder with her mind's theatrical layout for the heist resting confidently in her immaculate hands. Bill, who could be nicknamed the straight-faced one, appraised the information, making a holistic judgment. Nodding affirmatively, he replied, "It's pretty genius. It's hard to see any risk or chinks in your plans, Molly." Molly, who started off as an intrepid journalist, now plunged into the world of thievery had, by no means, made it look less intriguing. Her a priori passion to uncover a story now directed towards unveiling secrets that the self-conceited rich inadvertently left carelessly around. Two remarkable slip-ups led them to this juicy target, The Opulent Estate. A local tycoon, known for his gluttonous extravagances, regularly lit an egregious scene straight out of gossip columns, which to Molly's delight, often left unguarded for the world to speculate. Their meticulously plotted approach to the cunning task involved a calculated two-pronged assault. They would take advantage of the distraction caused by the annual children's birthday party, a scene their unsuspecting target could never resist orchestrating. Molly's inner joy could hardly be restrained as she mapped the route within a safe distance from the bustle of the merry partygoers. Anticipating the God-like performance of swarming guests in the expansive estate would be a dream distraction. "And our escape line would diverge right after this branch in the gardens, right?" Questioned Molly, tracing a linear theory. "Absolutely," affirmed Bill. As a seasoned criminologist, his focus always led to intricacies in their plans, which occasionally irked Molly's dramatic flair. However, he seldom questioned her prowess in planning a good heist- the balance often worked to their advantage. The childhood frenemy dynamics between the two adept thieves ensured a blend of practicality, competitive edge and a clever combat of clichés they regularly faced in The Underworld. Coming back to the scene, Molly held on to the awe-inspiring part of the heist - the anticipation; their celebration of defiance; a hoist of silk bags on their backs, filled to the brim with newfound trinkets. Amidst the laughter, surprise egg-mayonnaise sandwiches, and foam party in the enchanted woods, children watched Molly and Bill like two wily foxes at play. The contrast was surreal and even their humanizing hearts lamented for this fantasy world, soon to be shattered by Molly and Bill's infiltration. As casually as two foxes could, Bill and Molly eluded the children as they inserted their gift of a different kind into the castle's underground vault. And just as stealthily as they entered, they left the edifice, treed hawks perched on the eaves pointing their sharp beaks to the sky, eviler than any villain in the world. Mission accomplished. All the presents could now be opened under the bright smiles of adoring kids. And amidst the festivities, Molly and Bill snuck back home, a mere blip in the background like a pair of overgrown artists playing a game. The heist could have been a feat in marking their sinister reputation or their escape route an entry for a future thrilling adventure. But standing mid-dance with a gore-ferocious look, the children mistook their disguise for costumed guests and connected without a clue - just like that, they became Opulent Estate's newest guardian ghosts, their clandestine mastery of deeds a parody the world would never fully understand.