Bill scratched his head as he gazed at the paper map lying on the rickety table. "Alright, Miss Molly, this one's impossible. Kids are everywhere at Hogswiggle's Annual Toy Bash. We steal under their watchful eyes without raising the alarm." Molly laughed, amused by the orderly chaos that would soon unfold. "You'll have to practice your ‘snow angel’, Bill. That's right; it's lava-field disguise time.” “Haha, Molly, talk about hypocritical! Here I am prepping for 'The Matrix’ while you're plotting to swipe toys.” "Exactly!" Molly replied. "Except lasers are chocolate trails this time." Bill picked up a red balloon, miming popping it. "Prepare your 'yodas' because we're gonna need them. Kids will be born with those irresistible eyes once we're done.” Molly rubbed her hands together. “And my part isn't small either. I've trained my Parrot, Argyle. He'll mimic 'Polly wants a worm,' but we'll say 'Polly wants a teddy bear' instead." "Our Argyle is a finest riot in disguise. Your parrot can never sway me, my lady thief.” Molly twirled a strand of her hair. "True had I not thought of your loyalty every time I grabbed that pack of rubber nipples for face painting." Bill leaned back, grinning. "You're a one-woman, stop-and-search police force.” Molly spun towards him; a wry smile on her lips. “At least one-woman mouse trap force.” Just then, the door creaked open. “Molly and Bill, you two return home. Children are missing. The party's a disaster. Playtime’s but a fad, remember?” Both thieves exchanged a glance, the gravity of the situation weighing hard. Perhaps this time, their heists wouldn't grant the amusement they sought.