Molly nervously chewed on her lower lip, peering through the peephole of their hideout near the venue. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" she whispered. "I mean, kids can be unpredictable, and there's that nagging volunteer lady we have to worry about." Bill took a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing in the dim corner. "Don't sweat it, Molly. We've got our disguises, with those big heads like clowns and stuff. The kids'll love us, and the lady, eh, well, we'll just slip something in her drink while she's busy with the cake." He produced a small vial of clear liquid and winked. "That stuff knocks 'em out fast, no fuss or muss. You saw the blueprints I nabbed from the event planner, right? There won't be any complications." Molly took a deep breath, still uneasy. "But what if one of those brats follows us? What’s our exit strategy?" Bill chortled, patting her back. "We've got our getaway van just around the corner, babe. They won't follow if we make a quick dash. Plus, we'll pour some 'sparkly' footprints like a trail to the park. Trust me, it'll work." "Alright, but I prefer pulling heists from rooftops and punching alarms, not this walking into a preschooler's tantrum business," Molly grumbled. "Look, the big score here is the parents' gifts! Jewelry, gadgets, the works. It's like a movie set. We'll be retiring in Tahiti after this haul," Bill enthused, slipping the vial back into his jacket. "Let's just hope little Timmy doesn't tell his superhero dad what he saw," Molly muttered, though a hint of excitement blossomed in her eyes. "Wouldn't want a caped crusader foiling our plans," Bill agreed with a grin. "Now, let's suit up and make like a circus." Molly nodded, the thought of a tropical beach paradise coaxing a reluctant smile from her as they prepared to break into the buzziest, most noisy burlesque of their lives.