Molly and Bill sashayed down the street in their finest matching purple ensembles, preparing to make a big score at the children's birthday party ahead. The birthday bash was a spectacle, with balloons and confetti decorating what would otherwise be an ordinary living room. Molly clutched a screwdriver between her fingers, while Bill carried a pair of small duffel bags ready to snatch precious packages. "Let's slip in undetected, then strike like silent lightning," Molly whispered, eyes scanning the venue from afar. "We'll take that one with the bright wrapping paper first." Bill's response came in a deadpan chuckle, "Like we needed my brains for this one, Molly. The partygoers are dressed like clowns, who'll notice two total wackos in purple 'n black?" Molly shrugged, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Point taken, Bill. You're the one with the wild mustache. Hmm, no kid would dare to catch you running out of here with gifts." Just as they considered their next step, a child in a princess costume sauntered towards them. Molly and Bill immediately froze. "Hurry up, we're freezing in this purple polyester!" Bill hissed under his breath. "Chose your moment!" Thanks to the kids' sparkling enthusiasm, the Pink PolkaREFERENCES Protagonists slinked past without detection during the seemingly oblivious adults' busy conversations. They snatched their first present with practiced stealth, and planned the next move in the shadows. "What a perfect tornado of festive!" Molly exclaimed, counting the presents in their bags as they walked. "We're cooking up a whole storm of naughty for someone's Birthday!" Bill grinned beneath his mask, "That sounds clever in a way mere words cannot fully describe. Perfect for the purple heroes trying to save a boy's dreams from greed. After all, in the grand game of heists against innocents, there's nothing more delightful!" Molly rolled her eyes playfully, "Except waiting until tomorrow morning's excitement melts into sleepy dreams before collectors discover cherry-picked remnants. Nifty and hilarious! Just remember, after dodging dodgy parents and scooping sugary loot, they're going to wake up to disappointment without 'their' wishes." Bill smirked knowingly, "Indeed! But until then, let's revel in our own form of childish glee. Up next? That teddy bear's soft hugs or that bouncy castle's majestic toppling? Or the precious sparkle of lost innocence… It's a fair trade for fun and mischief, Molly!" In perfect synchronization, they laughed huskily like two pupils caught red-handed by a theater usher, jogging amidst the blinding lights of another joyous, unsuspecting gathering. No one would ever know about the little purple-blooded villains who'd made them a whole storm during the children's nocturnal celebration at yet another birthday bash.