As twilight draped the bustling suburban streets, Molly and Bill huddled in their hideout, a disguised storage room behind a shabby bookstore. Flipping through a list of potential targets, their eyes alighted upon the children's party happening at a quaint house not far from their hideout. Neon invitations scattered across the table, each featuring the house's address alongside clown-faced letter 'C's. "Classic," whispered Molly, tapping a fingernail against the 'C's. "They'll have an odd, colorful spread." Bill peered over his thick-rimmed glasses, scribbling with a pen on a bulletin board covered in sticky notes. "Absolutely. And, with all them presents... and gifts. Horny bunnies used to be kiddie gifts, remember the shindig from last year?" Molly chuckled, twirling her brunette locks. "I recall. Plush pink ones. Everyone's a unicorn fan these days." "Perfect," Bill nodded. "We'll target the 'unicorn' cluster, plus the zany action figures that always go missing." "Don’t forget the toys that play music," Molly added, her eyes narrowing. "Could've used those at that bar mitzvah party." "Sounds like a plan, partner." Bill grinned. "We slip in, gather the loot while the parents go stir-crazy in search of the boogeyman they did not know existed yesterday." As night fell, with care and mischief lined up like their play cards, the partners rehearsed their caper, two shadowy figures in a game of loot and luck, with children's laughter and bedtime stories as the backdrop of their upcoming heist.