Molly unfolded the crinkled party invitation on the cramped diner table, her eyes scanning the colorful cartoon characters. "A superhero themed extravaganza, how delightful." Bill sipped his lukewarm coffee, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. "You're sure this is the job, Molls? I mean, it's a bunch of sugared-up kids and terrified parents." Molly's eyes sparkled. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. No one expects the sophisticated thief to strike at a children's party. We'll be in and out with the loot before they can say 'Pin the Cape on the Superhero'." Bill snorted. "You're not even taking this seriously, are you? What's the haul, anyway?" Molly's grin grew wider. "The birthday boy's getting a Nerf gun, a drone, and – wait for it – a puppy. I counted at least twenty other kids invited, with presents to match. We're talking a small fortune in sparkly toys and cash." Bill's expression transformed from skepticism to avarice. "A puppy, you say? I do love a good accessory." Molly chuckled. "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's get to work on our superhero disguises. I have a few ideas..."