The flickering neon sign of the "Happy Sprouts" party supply store cast an almost sickly green glow across Molly's face as she crouched on the fire escape, her silhouette a jagged shadow against the brightly colored storefront. She tapped a fingernail impatiently against the chipped paint. "You sure about this, Bill?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant squeals of children echoing from the party room inside. "Seems a bit... low, even for us." Bill, perched precariously on the edge of the fire escape, adjusted his oversized Groucho Marx glasses and peered through the window. "Low? Molly, this is genius! Think about it – a room full of presents, unguarded, practically begging to be liberated!" He grinned, his teeth flashing white against his bushy, red mustache. "It's like walking into a candy store, only instead of sugar, it's 'educational toys' and 'personalized unicorn blankets'." "I'm more of a 'cash and jewels' kind of gal, personally," Molly muttered, tracing the outline of a particularly gaudy stuffed unicorn on the window display. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?" Bill nudged her playfully. "Think of the possibilities! We could fill my bathtub with plush puppies, build a fort out of building blocks, and have a tea party with all the porcelain dolls." Molly snorted. "And what about the parents? Don't they deserve some kind of warning? A ransom note, maybe?" "They'll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake and pretending to enjoy the 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game to notice." Bill winked. "Besides, think of the good we're doing! We're taking these over-priced trinkets and giving them to… well, to us." She sighed, shaking her head. Bill's logic was always… unique. "Fine," she conceded, "but if we get caught, you're wearing that giant inflatable banana costume." Bill's eyes widened. "Deal!" he exclaimed, already scrambling down the fire escape. "Now, let's get to work. The party's about to start, and those presents aren't going to steal themselves!"