“You sure this place isn’t too… wholesome?” Molly asked, staring through the window at the chaotic scene within. Balloons bounced off the ceiling, a clown with too much eyeshadow and a wig that looked like a bad toupee joked with a group of children, and a cake that resembled a unicorn’s nightmare sat temptingly on a table piled with wrapped gifts. Bill, dressed in a bright pink tutu and a lopsided grin, shrugged. “Relax, Mol. It’s a classic distraction. Kids are like little puppies, all shiny things and sugary promises. They won’t even notice we’re here.” Molly, who was decked out in a neon green leotard and a mismatched pair of fuzzy bunny slippers, snorted. “Yeah, right. Unless they’re the kind of kids who have a knack for noticing, you know, grown men in tutus sneaking around with bags of loot.” Bill flicked a glitter bomb at her, missing by a mile. “Trust me, Molly, this tutu is our ticket to the motherload. It’s the ultimate disguise. Besides, how else do you expect to gain access to the candy buffet?” “You think they have a candy buffet at a kids’ party?” “Of course,” Bill insisted. “This is a high-roller kid party. We're talking unlimited sugar, personalized goodie bags filled with diamond-encrusted bouncy balls, maybe even some miniature Ferraris.” Molly tapped the glass with a manicured fingernail. “You know, there’s something about this that just feels… wrong,” she said, eyeing the dancing children. “What? You gonna let a little guilt get in the way of a sweet haul?” Bill put a hand on her shoulder, his smile slightly too wide. “No, no, guilt’s not my problem. I just get this feeling that… these kids have been exposed to way too much glitter. And that’s not good for anyone.” “Glitter’s just what the doctor ordered,” Bill said, patting her shoulder with a manicured hand. “Now, come on, let’s get moving. The party won’t last forever, and neither will our chance to get our hands on that sweet, sweet loot.” Molly hesitated, then shrugged. “Fine. But if we get caught, you’re taking the fall. All I want is the candy buffet.” Bill chuckled. “Deal. Now, grab your bag, we’re about to become the most adorable thieves this party has ever seen.” He winked and led the way, his tutu shimmering under the disco ball's reflection as he sauntered through the door, his plan already unfolding in his mind. After all, what could go wrong when you’re dressed like a ballerina and a bunny rabbit trying to steal from a group of sugar-crazed children?