Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nerves as they surveyed the scene of the children's party. The backyard was a flurry of colorful streamers and balloons, with a throng of sugar-high kids running amok. The prize, a pile of brightly wrapped presents, sat tantalizingly close. "This is crazy," Bill whispered, his eyes widening as a toddler careened past, brandishing a noisemaker. "How are we supposed to get to the presents without being seen?" "Easy," Molly replied with a grin, pulling a rainbow-colored wig from her bag and donning it with a flourish. "We blend in." Bill's eyebrows shot up as he took in Molly's new look. "You serious?" "As a heart attack," she said, producing a pair of bright yellow sunglasses and a noisemaker of her own. "Now come on, put this on." With a roll of his eyes, Bill accepted the props, donning a red wig and a pair of oversized sunglasses. They looked at each other, stifling laughter at their absurd disguises. "Remember," Molly said, her voice stern beneath the ridiculous wig, "we stay in character. No matter what." They high-fived, their costumes rustling, and then melded into the chaos of the party, an unlikely pair of thieves amid the sugar and screams.