Molly entered the small, animatronic-themed restaurant where they'd planned this meeting. The wallpapers and ceiling decorations ready to whirl out and applaud if provoked. Thankfully, that was beyond their abilities. She'd find total anonymity hard due to her "Look at me" pink rabbit costume. She looked around and found a booth in the corner, tucked away from prying eyes. The assorted crowd was chatting in various dialects. That alone could throw any outsiders off track. "Why the moon on a stick, Molly?" Bill greeted her from behind the pink bunny's head. "You look like a party favor gone rogue." "I can't help it, I'm good at blending in, in disguise or not." He peered at their surroundings, searching for a route. "Mind the teddy bears, decorations or mice with antennas could mean nothing from the outside but hold the most valuable objects secretly," he explained, proving his expertise in the field. Their excitement peaked higher as they stringed conversation around childhood memories, taking offers, and their foster targets. The restaurant eventually cleared of clientèle, with only a few stragglers roaming about. There was the usual parting interview Molly gave him as the pink rabbit. "Clean as a new whistle. Now get out of my fur coat, and back to automation," she half scowled as she undressed the costume not without effort. "I think we're strong enough to make a move," Bill observed. His postures seemed tense as their eyes locked. "The plan looks sweet, but until we pull this hare-filtered job, we can't be comfortable in our skins." She shrugged and headed for the exit. "Let's finish our ice cream. The night is young, and this is just the beginning." Once outside, the chilly night hit them like a wave of ongoing conversation stating melodiously, and they appeared invisible in the commotion. Their unruffled focus upon the job remained strong as they reviewed their plans. When the last sweet spoon penetrated the waffle cones, the drawstring of their arsenal was palpable strong. They referenced their goods, their disguises, and their anticipated mark. With every breath, their anticipation was increasing like a fast escalator. With the final briefing complete, they walked towards their goal. The radiant castle a symbol of upper-class privilege was their last challenge in this heist. As they entered through the ballroom's heavy in the shadows, the children's laughter and excited screams filled the room. They surveyed their target - a room full of presents that adorned a life-size panda bear, a dormant volcano, a rocket, and the legendary long john scroll! The night remained fresh and thrilling, full of chase and luck. They dipped their toes into fortune with gleeful joy. From the center of the chaos, they played innocent as sleek foxes. For the past ten minutes, no one noticed them looking at the gilded presents. No one seemed to notice that Molly and Bill, the twosome, were executing the desired heist in the midst of children's merrymaking. Finally, triumphantly, and their loot was ours, as the icy clock's hand completed their vital task circle. They turned to each other with mixed feelings of joy and relief. "As Molly undid her yellow silk gloves, the first step of full disclosure was to have the brighter side of the spire. Organized chaos must have concluded, and the children should be indisposed. The stage was set, the time had come, but as they moved away from the merriment, unrestrained happiness seemed endless." As they exited the party, only guesses of the innocuous feat they'd just achieved, leaving them with smiles hidden beneath triumphant smirks. A small twirl in the air, and they were one step closer to the anti-climactic conclusion. Whispers of adrenaline thick in their minds, Molly and Bill pulled off a heist that would be the story given about a misfit pair of double-dealing animals able to dance and brazenly outsmart authorities. After such a feat, there were no signs of acquiescent bows. They had only begun their act.