Molly leaned back on the rickety picnic table, blueprints of the birthday party fanned out before her. "This is a child's celebration, Bill. It's like stealing candy from a... well, another kid." Bill, slouched in the seat across her, smoothed his cardboard mustache. "Exactly, Mol. It's practically a foolproof plan. Cute outfits, all smiles and candy, and a house full of adults busy handing out their precious trinkets." Molly raised an eyebrow, "You really expect me to dress like a care bear?" "Consider it blending in, M. Besides, people are more expectant of weird adults in costumes than quiet kids in the corner." "Right." Molly sighed, a pink bow nodding as she flicked her finger. "So, we slide in, grab the gifts, befriend a couple of toddlers, and make a grand escape before a weekend guest checks the candy stash?" Bill nodded vigorously. "Kiddo, with our skills, we'll be celebrating 'naughty or nice' in elite leisure homes across the country." Molly chuckled, "I hope they have pillow-forts and marshmallow-fights." "Childhood's sweetest memories," Bill waxed philosophical. "Aw, just remember Mol, at the end of the day, we’re just doing kid favors." Molly grinned, "Said the person who hated juice boxes." "Hey, I love adventure. Just not the kind that ends with me barfing my lunch." They both burst out laughing, the seriousness of their heist dissolving into the joyous camaraderie of their shared scheme.