The warm summer's night casted a golden glow as Molly and Bill devised their entrance plan. Sipping icy beers in Molly's living room, they rendered their final amendments on the intricate notes they had begun to scribble earlier. "So, the plan requires Bill in that ridiculous clown outfit," Molly smirked through her thinly veiled smile from behind her spy glass. It was imperative that they scare the guests away from the actual party area to ensure they could approach the children's gifts undisturbed. The sound of bellowing laughter drifting through the curtain compelled Molly to remark, "I'm handling the confetti in the inflatable balloons, Bill. Just bear with the chaos created." "As long the children believe it's the world's worst bouncy castle, my job's done," Bill retorted with a wink. "Parents tend to be unwilling to drag the young ones away from the madness once fully immersed. Believe it or not, that's the moment I’ll make my move and subdue them before enjoying their hard-earned goodies." "Dismal entertainment and an ample getaway, just what I had in mind, Bill," Molly winked in return. Their impish grins had become more insidious as they tackled their latest heist, whether in the shade of a well-kept garden or the depths of a perfectly legal children's party. Each blissful scene was merely a flawlessly orchestrated ploy which they knew deeply keen about, recognizing their true profession's inclination towards adrenaline-fuelled excitement. With that, they rotated their Goodluck-charm filled lucky dice one final time and prepared for their cunning, laughter-filled performance that would leave the party-goers begging for more. All the while leaving them with nothing but the bounty to tide them through their next adventure.