Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves, huddled in their dingy hideout, meticulously planning their most audacious heist yet: robbing a children's birthday party of its presents. The stakes were high, but so were the rewards. Elaborate invitations had been surreptitiously stolen, revealing the extravagant budget allocated for the soiree. "This is the big one, Bill," Molly, the mastermind, failed to hide her glee as she flaunted the purloined invite. "I've got us invites, but we'll need disguises. And you, my friend, will be my beloved husband." Bill, a burly man with a voice like gravel, scowled, "I don't wear glasses," he growled, glaring at his nerdy disguise. "It's for the greater good," Molly, in a khaki dress and floppy hat, cajoled. "Now, thevenue's an indoor playground. The kids will be distract ed, but the parents?" She whistled, "That's where the challenge lies." Their plan was simple: blend in as doting guests, and when the cake was served - anarchy. While the sugar-fueled young'uns attacked the icing, they'd make their move. Bill would distract the parents with a fake allergic reaction, and Molly would strike, her purse morphing into a bottomless sack. "Remember, we're peripheral," Molly emphasized, slipping a fake engagement ring on Bill's finger. "No one notices the couple who's here but not really