Molly adjusted her wig - a ridiculously fluffy unicorn, the kind that might double as a pillow in a toddler's room, while Bill meticulously checked the intricate blueprint of the McMahon estate. Their target: the promised land of wrapping paper and cotton-stuffed bustles. A party for children, with the promised treasures nested in a sea of plastic tat. "You got the gummy bears?" Molly's voice was muffled by the vibrant hairpiece. "Gummy bears?" Bill raised an eyebrow and, with a chuckle, produced a bizarre assortment of candies from his coat pocket. "Why? For a post-heist snack?" The schematics unfolded before them, detailing balloons to tiptoe around and clowns to distract. The cocktail table, heavy with beverages of dubious appeal, promised a treacherous journey as the party unfolded. Yet Molly managed to giggle at the absurdity of the challenge. "Nah, my friend," Bill said, tucking the sweets safely away. "Gummy bears are for diversion. When we slyly slide smiles and gummies the kids’ way, they’ll be our tiny minions!" As Molly plotted amidst a pirate ship top hat and balloon animals, Bill donned his Robin Hood cardigan, whimsically armed with a party horn. She quipped with a smirk, “Sure beats a dog thief, don't you think?” as they prepared to embark on an epic journey of joy-filled larceny.