"This is a first, even for us," Molly whispered, eyeing the colorful balloons and streamers adorning the community center. "Stealing from kids, Bill. Are we that desperate?" Bill, his eyes sparkling with mischief, replied, "Desperate times call for desperate measures, my dear accomplice. Besides, those brats probably have more treasures than we've seen in our entire careers combined. Think about it: action figures, gaming consoles, maybe even a shiny new bike or two." "That's if we can get past the parents and guardians," Molly said, glancing around cautiously. "The place is swarming with them. Not to mention the sugar-high kids themselves." "Ah, but that's where our clever disguises come in," Bill said, producing a bag of costumes from behind a nearby bush. "We'll blend right in. No one will suspect a couple of friendly clowns." "Clowns?" Molly wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I hate clowns. Can't we go as pirates or something?" Bill sighed dramatically. "Pirates are so passé, Molly. Now, put on your rainbow wig and fake smile. We've got a party to crash." "Ugh, fine," Molly grumbled. "But if I scare a single child, this is your fault."