Molly and Bill stood in the shadows cast by the vibrant, primary-colored balloons and streamers that decorated the suburban home. The boisterous laughter and shrieks of children celebrating a birthday could be heard from the backyard. "This is it, Bill. Our big score." Molly's voice was laced with sarcasm as she gestured dramatically towards the house. "All those presents, just waiting for us to take them." "Yeah, yeah. I know." Bill, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of a worn baseball cap, scanned the area nervously. "But are you sure this is a good idea, Mol? I mean, it's a kid's party. There's gonna be a lot of eyes on us." "That's why we wear these." With a flourish, Molly pulled out two oversized, cartoonish masks. "We blend in with the entertainment. No one will suspect a thing." "Entertainment?" Bill's eyebrows furrowed beneath the mask he had reluctantly put on. It depicted a goofy clown face, complete with a red nose and a perpetually startled expression. "This is your brilliant plan? We're going to blend in with—" "Shush!" Molly cut him off, her eyes widening as a parent walked past, carrying a tray of juice boxes. She waited until the coast was clear before continuing in a hushed tone. "These masks are perfect. Now put yours on properly and stop fussing. We've scoped the place out, and there are at least a dozen gifts stacked by the snack table. Toys, games, the latest gadgets... it's a treasure trove, Bill!" Bill adjusted his mask, his voice muffled as he spoke. "I still think we should've gone for that jewelry store downtown. Grown-ups' stuff, you know? This feels..." "Unethical?" Molly supplied with a wicked grin. "Listen, Bill, we're not taking candy from babies. We're liberating overpriced plastic toys from a bunch of spoiled kids who'll forget about them in a week. Besides, we do this job right, and we can fund our next big heist. Now, are you in or out?" Bill sighed, the festive mask rising and falling with his shoulders. "I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming the clown getup. No one will suspect the elegant mastermind behind this foolish façade." Molly bumped his shoulder playfully with her own, her mask—a rainbow-maned unicorn—bobbing side to side. "Then let's get to it, partner. We've got a party to crash and some serious fun to be had." With a shared conspiratorial grin, the unlikely duo melted into the crowd, their disguises rendering them inconspicuous as they made their move towards the pile of brightly wrapped presents.