In the heart of the city, under the cloak of twilight, Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of a towering oak, their eyes fixed on the vibrant banner that read "Bobby's Birthday Bash." The house was a symphony of children's laughter and cheerful music, a fortress of innocence they were about to infiltrate. Molly, a petite woman with a mischievous grin, twirled a lock of her fiery red hair around her finger. "You sure about this, Bill?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Bill, a lanky man with a crooked nose, chuckled softly. "As sure as I am about gravity, Mol." His fingers danced over a blueprint of the house, his eyes tracing the path to the present room. Molly raised an eyebrow. "Gravity? You remember the last time..." She let the sentence hang in the air, a ghost of their disastrous attempt to swipe a chandelier. Bill winced, but his resolve didn't waver. "This time is different, Mol. We're not after some fancy light fixtures. We're after... joy." Molly's laughter echoed softly in the night. "Joy, huh? Well, let's go steal some." With that, they slipped out of the shadows, two silhouettes against the moonlit suburban landscape, ready to embark on their unconventional heist.