"Alright, Bill, listen up. We're going in at 1400 hours sharp," Molly, the diminutive but intimidating redhead, informed her lanky partner-in-crime, a fidgety unassuming man with Coke-bottle thick glasses. They were both decked out in their finest, if not somewhat flashy, evening wear, parked a block away from their target: Susie's 7th Princess Themed Birthday Extravaganza. "Molly, I don't know about this," Bill whined, a quiver in his voice as he readjusted his pinstripe suit, "There's going to be kids there, and I wouldn't want to traumatize them." Molly turned to Bill, her emerald eyes smoldering, "You'll be fine, just stick to the plan. These burlap sacks are child-proofed, so no worries about ruffled feathers, alright? Besides, these snot-nosed brats don't know the value of the loot they're about to lose. It's a high-class haul I'm telling you, Bill. High-class." They crept up to the vibrant bouncy castle, pink and purple balloons tied to every available knot, and slid underneath amongst the cacophony of shrill laughter and the occasional "Mommy, I can't find my Elsa tiara!" "Okay, time for me to go undercover," Molly winked, slipping into the party through a side entrance disguised as a caterer. "Stay here, keep an eye on our getaway also known as the '