Molly and Bill stood in the shadows cast by the lively children's party, their eyes flicking between the colorful streamers and the bounty of presents piled high on a table. The air was thick with the sweet scent of cake and the joyful shrieks of youngsters. "This is it, Bill. Our big moment." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Think we can pull it off?" "Of course, we can. It's a piece of cake." Bill's voice was coated in a thin layer of skepticism as he eyed the boisterous crowd. "We just wait for the right moment, snatch the goods, and vanish into the night." "Easy as stealing candy from a baby." Molly chuckled at her own joke, her fingers toying with the tools of their trade—a set of lock picks and a coiled length of rope. "Except, in this case, we're stealing the candy they stole from other babies." Bill shot her a sideways glance, his lips twitching. "You realize we're stealing from kids, right? It's not like they have an excess of toys." "Ah, but you see, Bill," Molly purred, her eyes narrowing, "these kids are from rich families. They won't even miss these presents. It's all about supply and demand, my friend. And right now, we're in demand of some fancy gadgets and gizmos." "Fair enough." Bill shrugged, his eyes never leaving the swirling crowd of children and parents. "But we can't just waltz in there. We need a plan." "Ah, the plan." Molly's face lit up as she produced a crudely drawn map from her pocket. "Behold, my masterpiece. I've sketched out the entire party setup, including the location of the presents, the likely path of the parents, and," she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "the blind spots where we can make our escape." "Impressive." Bill's tone carried a hint of genuine admiration. "But what about the parents? Won't they notice two suspicious-looking characters slinking around?" "That's where our disguises come in." Molly produced two sets of colorful, oversized costumes from her bag. "We blend in with the entertainment. A little song and dance, a few balloon animals, and we're in the clear." "Balloon animals?" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Don't worry, I bought a 'How-To' book for that." A shrill giggle interrupted their planning, causing them both to snap their heads towards the source—a group of children gleefully tearing into the mountain of presents. "Showtime." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with challenge and excitement.