"Alright, Bill," Molly whispered under the dim street lamp, her figure casting two silver shadows against the cobblestone alley. "This heist is a Disney movie on steroids, and we're not here for the singing frogs." Bill adjusted his multi-pocketed vest, filled with gadgets no bigger than toothpicks, and replied, "I hear you, boss. But a little song and dance never hurt anyone. Besides, I think you've misunderstood the plan a little." Molly raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Enlighten me. I hope this isn't one of your jokes." "Nope." Bill chuckled softly, pulling out a crumpled invitation from a hidden zip pocket. "The party is tonight. Little Suzie has accumulated enough presents to make Santa hitrockbankrupt. We infiltrate as the 'It's a Small World' float characters." Molly's lips curved into a smirk, "I hate to break it to you, but I don't do fluffy heads. I'm more of an 'I'll cash the check' kind of thief, remember?" "Good thing we're using replicas, my fantastic friend," Bill quipped, inflating a balloon in his hand to demonstrate. "We're not actually dressing as wooden creatures. These outfits came off a circus unicorn - sleek, stylish, and stealthy." "Alright, I'm listening. But only because unicorn's not as ridiculous as float-people attire," Molly conceded, rolling up the invitation, preparing her mind for the impending madness. "First, here’s the dope,” Bill said, putting away the balloon, pulling out two small, shiny disks. "These are the latest in tech. Audio taps into the party noise, Bluetooth meets the doors before they even hear a click. And the GPS-tracker... well, you'll see." Molly cocked an eyebrow, "Sounds fancy." She snatched the devices and pranced off with them, her steps falling in rhythm to the distant festival music. Bill followed, "Shall we?" he asked theatrically. Molly gazed back at him, a playful glint in her eyes, "I wasn’t aware of your flair for drama, Bill." She darted over to where their sleek, unicorn-free costumes lay. "But I suppose, for tonight's thievery theatre, it's perfect." Bill chuckled, adjusting his cap-and-tog hat, "Drama it is, my dear...diva thief." Molly laughed, her eyes sparkling in the lamplight, "You better make that hat a lot more stylish, Captain Excuse-me-whilst-I-steal." Adjusting her clothing, she arched an eyebrow at her partner, "Showtime." Slipping into their respective costumes, Molly and Bill became characters stepping out of 'It's A Small World' - the smiling ambassadors of joy. Loitering in the periphery of the party, they managed to blend in, greeting kids and handing them balloons with their overly-painted grins. As the clock struck ten, Bill leaned over to Molly, his voice barely audible, "Raid time. All be in position?" Molly nodded, mischief playing on her contours, "Let's make Benjamin Franklin proud." And so, their night of clandestine merriment began, clinking open lockers and quietly slipping presents into their venturesome vest pockets. Thus, under the guise of a children's party, the duo, Molly and Bill, celebrated a heist most successful -- under a unicorn float's spotlight.