Molly and Bill sat underneath the trees by the park's outskirts, their backpack stuffed full of sticks, who sought out their best disguises. The anticipation of their plan hung in the air, and the warmth of their mutual eagerness was almost contagious. While Molly styled her thick, curly tresses into two micro french braids, she tinkered with the finishing twists blending practicality and convenience: each holding a pencil case full of unique tools, purposefully blackened to avoid any suspicion from apheroscope equipped adults. Bill on the other hand, rocked a rather cutesy costume, pretending to be a friendly buffalo, complete with fluffy costuming that blindsided his motives. "Alright, so this is the plan, we going to 'accidently' run into the party, pretend to be kids, make our way to the rooms where all the gifts are, act shy and extract them one by one. Then once we have all them, we'll make a quick exit," Bill elucidated, his canny voice turned into a sing-song mockery to resemble a small child's. Molly nodded her head, giving a thumbs-up before saying, "The beauty of this plan is: nobody will have to leave our positions, we won't have to sneak around, and rely solely on our wits. We get our hands dirty, plus a comprehensive collection of loot. We're geniuses, Bill", she grinned. She rummaged through her backpack, pulling out her tool pouch and dry run through the process methodically. "Let's say we're extracting this small loot bag, using this pencil case as a money bag for our valuable, this magnetic lock pick and lube for our ease of use, and the Allen wrench to put away the evidence," she echoed a false child's voice, rehearsing her role. Bill applauded Molly's effort, perhaps secretly more taken by her execution than her charade per se. As the sun set, the two made the final touches to their outfits, a last chat on the beauty of gullible human nature, and the gift of shared joy disguised as stealth. They had minutes to spare. Time to put it all to the test. One deep breath, followed by a final hug and they were out of that park, on the prowl for a children's party ridden with underestimated adults and overloaded with incentivizing gifts, just waiting to be grabbed. And so the heist began, with Molly and Bill peeling away the layers of innocence that wrapped the festival's elated hearts. Little did they know, in the hearts of their unsuspecting victims, these impish duo were creating memories that would not be a simple hero defeat, but a sense of humor, adventure, and a powerful rendezvous with the characters aspiring to be the master thieves themselves.