Molly traced a grubby finger along the creased lines of the party invitation. It depicted a cartoon giraffe in a party hat, beaming inanely next to the words “Timothy is turning TWO!” “We’re really doing this?” Bill asked, peering over her shoulder with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. He picked up a stray peanut from their hideout’s table - an overturned dumpster - and flicked it away. “We’re stealing from children now? Is this our life?” “It’ll be easy peasy, lemon squeezy,” Molly declared, her eyes gleaming with a manic light. “Two-year-olds don't even know what's hit them. Plus, think of the loot! Diaper cakes filled with cash, diamond-encrusted rattles, those ridiculous ride-on cars that probably cost more than my first apartment...” "It's morally reprehensible," Bill sighed, but the protest was weak, lacking any real conviction. "Morally ambiguous," Molly corrected. "Think of it as redistributing the wealth. Those kids are practically drowning in plastic toys they won't even remember in a week.” Bill gave a skeptical snort. "Alright, fine," he conceded, grabbing a fistful of peanuts and shoving them in his pocket. "But I'm drawing the line at stealing candy. That's just cruel." Molly snorted “Please, you’d steal candy from a baby if it meant avoiding your landlord.” Bill sputtered, “That’s slander! And besides, Mrs. Higgins makes a mean pound cake. It’d be rude to refuse.” Molly ignored him, already mapping out their escape route. “Ok, so here’s the plan: we hit the gift table during the cake commotion. Fast and chaotic, in and out before the sugar rush peaks.” "We should have codenames," Bill suggested, his earlier apprehension replaced with a glimmer of excitement. "Something appropriately childish." “Right, of course,” Molly said patiently, already picturing herself knee-deep in brightly wrapped plunder. “I’ll be Captain Chaos!” Bill declared, puffing out his chest. Molly resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “How about…Captain Stealthy? Or Captain…Subtle?” “Nope, Captain Chaos it is!” He grabbed a discarded party hat from their last heist - a particularly wild bachelorette party – and perched it on his head. Molly sighed. This was going to be a long day.