Molly perched on the ledge outside the window guarded by a pair of flimsy blinds, barely containing her excitement. Bill crouched beside her, chewing on his lower lip. "You know, Molly," Bill said, cracking his knuckles, "I have a bad feeling about this sting." "A bad feeling?" Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Intruding into an innocent kids' party for their loot? Oof, quite the conscience you've got." "Not about the ethics," Bill clarified, brushing her off. "About the layout. I've seen the blueprint, and that place is a maze. Like trying to steal a quarter from a hyperactive squirrel." "Well, we've got our stealth gloves, gadgets, and a whole new wardrobe full of shiny objects that'll lead the eye. They'll be so mesmerized, we'll steal their gifts at high noon." Molly chortled, admiring the thicksuit she'd strapped on. "What if we can't sneak past the chipmunk-cheeked hostess, though?" Bill countered. Molly half-whispered, her lips curling into a mischievous grin, "We might have to resort to... some... light sedation?" She patted her bag and tore off the lid, revealing a small vial of foggy, cloying liquid. "Molly, you wouldn't!" Bill recoiled. "No knocking her out, our reputation—" "Hey, we gotta be creative, Bill. And I think we're about to build a whole new wing onto the 'Creative Heists' section of our portfolio." Molly remarked. She climbed onto his shoulders, tipped the vial into her mouth, and spat the concoction onto the ground, just beside the window. The sweet syrupy scent immediately wafted through, as they heard the hostess let out an overly-exaggerated yawn inside. "Oh, and there's the drop," Molly smirked, hurdling through the window. Bill smirked back, and followed suit.