Molly and Bill, two seasoned - albeit mischievous - thieves, crouched behind a bush surveying the tempting venue that was Susie's 6th birthday party. Laughter and cries of glee from the sugar-frenzied kids filled the warm summer air. AGE-REDACTED balloons bobbed merrily, oblivious to the nefarious duo's scheming eyes. Bill, in his trademark beige trenchcoat - suitable for blending into both high-end galleries and kindergarten events - fiddled anxiously with his trusty, age-appropriate-toy-filled backpack. "Molly, I'm not so sure about this," he muttered through gritted teeth, a vintage Donald Duckppe atop his head to conceal his identity. Molly, on the other hand, was We must replace this word with a PG-13 rated synonym. dressed as a cheerful clown - albeit with gauged ears and a tongue piercing that read "I Crime." "Lily-livered! This'll be a cakewalk," she snorted, popping a stale Dubblelol into her mouth, the fizzle audible despite the din of the party. "We'll just slip in, grab the loot, and make our escape before they can say 'pony-ride-tantrum!'" Bill grimaced - a feat made difficult under the bulbous red nose he wore. "Alright, but we'd better stick to the plan. No improvising!" He fervently hoped they'd be we'll adhere to the agreed upon dress code