"Finally, the clock pointed to eight, just right for our entrance. No one would expect us to arrive anytime before five, since kids begin to arrive in the bustling event starting from that hour," Molly whispered in her most stealthy tone. "You're right. Besides, it gives us ample time to analyze the weak points in their pathetic security and find hidden treasures. I must say, this is the most juvenile plan we've come up with since we started our heist endeavors," Bill scoffed, seeming to mock their current target. "Grifter, you have a big issue with children's events, don't you? I mean, it's not about the age but the audience," Molly retorted with a glimmer in her eyes, seemingly planning a defense for their current venture. "And the devices they possess. They don't make for ideal partners in a heist." Chuckling, he continued, "Neither does the main requirement: our favorite snacks in all their richness remain distinctly adult-oriented, so the child's party is nothing but a pit stop to quench our gourmet needs." "We won't have any problem with the little ones, you know. Just like you have a dislike for them, I'd say it's the lack of their kid bandage on their wrists," Molly described with a heavy undercurrent of jest. "I don't care for their tacky additions. They're usually non-recyclable, environmentally unfriendly, and mostly don't align with my cause," Bill spouted, emphasizing his own principles. As they entered the frenzied gathering, the clutches on their gowns tightened under the weight of silk and silver. Molly carefully averted her eyes from the enchanting laughter of children as they each admitted under their breath that the arena indeed held the trait they despised—gullibility. However, this mild discomfort seemed to vanish as Molly approached an open treasure trove she had not come across before. The revealing table of dessert catches tantalized their palates, with a clear divide of adult and kid-friendly treats. She took a chance and reached for a cupcake with multiple layers; Bill inspected the streamer-draped, Mickey Mouse cake with great curiosity before simultaneously describing it as "an abomination". Immersed in their debate, they lost track of themselves until they were surrounded by the delighted chatter of children, pulling them back to their mission at hand. They scanned their surroundings and found their prime target: a small room throbbing with activity as children hustled closer, attempting to grab toys before they disappeared. They managed to scrape together enough courage and pounced on the scene, feigning excitement as they grabbed all the toys and presents the children didn't have a chance to. Just as they were about to leave, Molly felt a tear in her disguise sleeve, engineered for such an occasion. She swiftly removed it, revealing the gleam of sheer gold underneath it, the symbol of their successful mission. She couldn't help but smile. "One eloquent heist under our belt." With spiffed confidence, they rode away in their classic get-away car, disappearing into the moonlit night, both celebrating their triumph. "Ha, silly children and their ridiculous parties."