Molly adjusted her disguise, a shiny wig, and an oversized pair of bunny ears, and gave herself a self-satisfied grin in the mirror. "I'm tellin' you, Bill, this is a stroke of evil genius." Bill, in his similarly absurd rabbit outfit, was busy stuffing a series of noisemakers under his giant floppy ears. "Bunny ears? Maybe the parents at the party will think they hired a new night watchman." "Exactly." Molly plucked a tiny carrot from her pocket and waggled it. "And we'll hop from room to room, scattering peace and love wherever we go. Except for the presents." "And the extra cookies." "And the extra cookies. But remember, there'll be no stealing of actual children. We're professional thieves, not kidnappers." "Agreed," said Bill, winking at her, as he tucked a miniature fire truck into the foliage of his artificial tail. "We break in, steal the presents, do a happy dance for the confused parents. Job done." Molly eyed the door. "It's showtime, Mr. Happy Bunny." With that, the disguised pair hopped from the windy alley toward the flickering lights of the children's party, ready to create the most memorable kid's party heist the neighborhood had ever witnessed. As they hopped, Bill nudged Molly with a paw. "And remember, Molly-Giggles, no carrot nibbling." Molly shot him a glare. "Focus, Bill! Imagine it's the presents calling to you. Not the frickin' salad!" They laughed, shushing each other as they closed in on their target, the echoes of their thief's chuckle lost in the noise of the children's laughter.