"Alright, Molly, think we can manage with that pocket watch according to the blueprint?" Bill asked, running his fingers through his shiny black hair. Molly peered over her eyeglasses. "Check this out, Bill," she said, unfolding an intricate map. "We sneak past the balloons, twirl around the teddy bears, and use the clown to our advantage. It's pure ballet, not ballet.” Bill smirked. "Ballet in a children's parade?" he challenged. "Who needs a trained cat when you've got cunning and charm?" "Remember,” Molly declared, tapping her finger on the map. "Communication key. We swap codes mid-pirouette. Inside joke only, see?" "Good," Bill nodded. “Maybe a 'sein' reversed when pulling off the heist. Our parents will rant mom for years about the party favors." A boisterous laugh echoed through the dimly lit safe house. “We're convinced," confirmed Molly. "The children sleep; we roam free." "Supreme Court rulings can wait, committee meetings not even. We'll need our civil rights on the first call. And keep it quick; sleeping bags aren't exactly comfortable." "Skills like ours deserve more respect,” laughed Molly. "But a quick buck?" "Revenge of the Underestimated Thieves!” Bill proclaimed, high-fiving Molly with a devilish grin. A silent agreement settled over them as they donned their masks, fake smiles matching their intentions. It was time for the unauthorized celebration.