Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, their eyes fixed on the colorful banner flapping in the breeze: "Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy!" A chorus of sugary sweet birthday tunes wafted out of the nearby community center, making Molly's teeth ache. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly whispered, her brow furrowed in concern. "I mean, it's a kids' party. We're not exactly the most... moral of thieves." Bill snorted. "Moral? Ha! We're thieves, Molly. We steal stuff. And what's more steal-worthy than a room full of shiny new toys and sugary snacks?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not considering the long-term consequences of traumatizing a bunch of five-year-olds, are you?" Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Kiddie therapy is a lucrative business, Molly. Those parents will be paying for years to come. Besides, we're not going to hurt anyone. We're just going to... liberate some presents." Molly sighed, her gaze drifting back to the party. A banner with cartoon characters danced in the wind, accompanied by balloons in every color of the rainbow. "I don't know, Bill. This feels... off." "Off?" Bill repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "You're just worried about getting caught with a face full of cake and a tiara on your head." Molly shot him a withering look. "That's not funny, Bill." "Oh, come on," Bill said, clapping a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be fun! We'll blend in, snag the loot, and make our escape. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Molly's expression remained skeptical, but Bill could see the faintest glimmer of excitement in her eyes. He knew she was in – they always were, eventually. "Fine," she said, with a resigned sigh. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you and your ridiculous mustache." Bill grinned, stroking his handlebar mustache with pride. "Deal! Now, let's get our party on." Together, they slipped out of the alleyway, blending into the colorful chaos of the party. Molly donned a bright pink wig and a "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" badge, while Bill sported a garish yellow tie and a forced smile. As they mingled with the sugared-up children and frazzled parents, Molly leaned in close to Bill's ear. "You know, for a bunch of amateurs, these partygoers are suspiciously unaware of our presence." Bill winked. "That's what happens when you add a dash of charm and a pinch of slapstick to your standard-issue thievery toolkit." Molly rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. It was going to be a long afternoon.