Molly leaned against the graffiti-splashed alley wall, eyes gleaming under the dim glow of a flickering streetlight. Bill, fidgeting with his newly acquired lock-picking set, cast a sideways glance at her. "So, you're serious about this children's party gig?" "Dead serious," Molly replied, straightening her black cat-suit. "Think about it, Bill. No one suspects a thing. It's the perfect score." Bill snorted. "Perfect score? We're stealing from kids, Molly. That's a new low, even for us." "Just think of it as redistributing the happiness," Molly countered with a grin. "Besides, kids don't need all those toys. We can put them to better use." "What use is that, exactly?" Bill questioned, skeptical. "Funding our retirement, of course," Molly said with mock innocence. "We're not getting any younger, and those plushies and action figures are worth a pretty penny on the black market." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "You always did have a flair for the dramatic. But how do we even get in? It's not like we can crash a kiddie bash without drawing attention." "That's the beauty of it," Molly said, her eyes sparkling. "We don't crash. We're invited." "Invited?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" Molly pulled out a bright pink invitation from her pocket, waving it in front of Bill's face. "Ta-da! I've got connections, remember? My cousin's friend knows the birthday girl's aunt. It was all a matter of persuasion." Bill scrutinized the invitation. "And what's the plan once we're inside?" "We blend in, we grab the goods, we get out," Molly said, matter-of-factly. "It's a piece of cake." Bill chuckled darkly. "Piece of cake, huh? What if there's security? Or parents?" Molly waved him off. "Security at a kid's party? Please. And parents? They're too busy socializing to notice two new faces. It's a foolproof plan, Bill. Trust me on this one." Bill sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Fine, but if something goes sideways, I'm blaming you." Molly clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, Bill. We're professionals. Just remember to wear something inconspicuous. No capes this time, okay?" "Very funny," Bill grumbled, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, let's do this. But only because it sounds like an adventure." Molly laughed, clinking her water bottle against Bill's. "To adventures, then. And a very merry unbirthday to us!"