Molly and Bill hunched over a grimy map, spread out on a cluttered desk in their ramshackle hideout. A stack of thumbed-through comics, a homewielded lockpick, and a box of Chinese takeout littered the surface. They were discussing their latest heist - Operation: Kid's Kapers. "We'll need to tap into the mainline," Bill mumbled, tracing a bumpy line on the map. "Then cut the alarm power. Should get us fifteen minutes, tops." Molly squinted, her pale face illuminated by the flickering fluorescent light overhead. "What about the party favors? Make sure we grab the ones with the good stuff. No-one needs lousy pencils and stickers." Bill snorted. "You've got a soft spot for party favors, don't you?" "Hey, they're loot too." Their banter ceased as they locked gazes, the silhouette of Mr. Knoche's House looming behind them. Excitement buzzed like electricity. This was their biggest and boldest score yet. "So, costumes?" Molly asked, her teeth flashing in the dim light. Bill nodded. "Full tux and tails. Blend in with the crowd, confuse the adults. Make 'em think we're one of the balloons." Molly cracked a grin. "Works for me. When we leave, we'll ditch the gear and stroll right past 'em like we're headed for the bouncy castle. Jackpot." They ran through the finer details, piecing together the plan with practiced ease. Their shrill laughter echoed through the empty room, bouncing off the tired walls as they embraced their inner children, albeit briefly. "You know, Molly," Bill said, no longer smiling, "this one's gonna be the bee's knees." "For sure," she replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "We're gonna make it a day to remember, or else." With a flurry of activity, they collected their gear and slipped into the chill, nocturnal air outside. The stars twinkled above, cruel and indifferent to their imminent indulgence. Operation: Kid's Kapers was a go. In less than an hour, Molly and Bill would be swiping pastel-wrapped wonders. In sixty minutes, they'd be rich beyond their wildest dreams. And they couldn't wait. "Ready?" Bill whispered, his breath misting in the frosty air. Molly smirked, a glint in her eye. "Born ready." With that, they melted into the shadows, slipping away from the fringes of the world they scorned. Into the land of the innocent and the naive, leaving naught but echoes of their laughter behind. Diaper-clad bandits, on a mission to pilfer booty from the land of the cherubs.