The clattering champagne glasses and laughter of a swarming room of children signaled that their time was near. Bill and Molly, bound in a velvet mask and an ankle-length gown, respectively, identified each family's preferred colors. The kidnapping atmosphere of cakes and legions of balloons was baffling, but the loot here — too sweet to resist. "Now, remember," Molly asserted through throaty chuckles, "it's not just about stealing the shiny gems. We're in for all the children's cherished memories too." "Let's crack this nut then," Bill gently chuckled. "We'll need to emit a clamorous sound that is just right so people's attention slams on the nuance." They moved towards the grand tree at the center of the celebration, its branches weighed with gifts glowing like golden glow escargot. "Three, two, one," Molly cued with a finger on her lips. "Stomachs clenching, our timer goes 'ding'." Bill swiftly laid hands on a gift, figuring a safe start, and in swift synchronized motion, Molly stole a bowling ball-sized gift, evidently labeled for a cherubic youngster. And then, with a reverberating 'boom', they slipped away in the blaring humelodic chorus. A successful heist, they had their blank expressions concealed by agitated laughter as they pondered their next mission, hiding faint treasures inside colorful baskets.