Molly leaned against the wall inside Bill's cluttered apartment, casually biting her bottom lip, with an expression that suggested she had some doubts. "You sure about this one, Bill? A kids' birthday party?" The sweatshirt she wore depicted a cartoon cat knocking over a milk bottle, the tagline "I'm just a wittle kitty on the widdle wicked side." "C'mon, Molly," Bill retorted, rolling up the sleeves of his Hawaiian shirt, "Here's the plan: easy in, easy out. Parents will be too busy with the piñata, so they won't see a thing. Especially if we blend in with the decor, right?" He gestured to the bright colors and patterns that adorned the room. "We're not going as clowns, too?" she deadpanned, reaching for the bag full of psychedelic, animal-themed hats and masks. "Penguin and polar bear, baby, we'll blend right in with the snow." He tossed her a white, fluffy mask. "Now, don't be a baby—" "Ugh, fine." Taking the mask, she slipped it on her head, giggling with a smirk. "Alright, Penguintice, let's hit this icy trail." Making her way towards the door, she added with a smirk, "Gotta say, I've never heard of a thief who stole from a bunch of kids before." As they emerged into the relentless sunshine, Bill shrugged, "Rich kids, Molly. The thought of spoiling a bunch of future tax-avoiders is pretty satisfying. Besides, you can't beat the pure joy a child has opening a gift. We'll snatch it right under their noses; what's sweeter than that?" As they arrived at the scene, the sound of children's squeals echoed between the buildings. Their disguises gained them an oddly uncanny resemblance to the ice sculpture exhibition nearby. Molting into the sea of parents and children, Molly scouted for the location of the presents. "Ah, there they are, under a giant blow-up castle." "Perfect. The army of parents will be hopelessly engaged." Bill's hazel eyes twinkled over at her, grinning. "I'll take the back, you swoop in from the front." Molly saluted him and with a wink, she eased through the crowd. Bill slipped in from the rear. The children clung to their parents' legs, gawking at the sight of the furry duo, their laughter adding a layer of camouflage. The jingle bells from Bill's paws jangled as he approached the pile of gifts. Meanwhile, the frenzy of a piñata-hunting mob grew more uncontainable with each successive swing, inadvertently creating a massive distraction as parents' attention was replaced with their children's busted knuckles. "Say hello to the North Pole, presents," Bill said softly. He lassoed his arms around the pile, and stuffed them into a burlap sack. The haphazard grasping of wrapping paper grazed his fingertips seductively. "This whole thing's as easy as stealing candy from a baby!" Meanwhile, Molly was making her way over, accepting high-fives from ecstatic children. Her masked face hid her smirk, the satisfaction bubbling just beneath the surface. Suddenly, a toddler grabbed her hand, "Thank you, Mr. Penguin!" "You're welcome, little one," she replied, gently disentangling herself, just managing to avoid a spill. Bill approached her with a quiet "Mission accomplished", one of their best-kept secrets—silent communication. Sensing the moment, she joined, the bag bulging with their ill-gotten gains. The couple slinked away through the sea of joyful, sugar-induced maniacs, leaving a trail of crushed balloons. Their escape was aided by the toddler's temper tantrum that overshadowed all other sounds. Breaking into a run, they abandoned their masquerade costumes in an alley, breathless but satisfied. Bill glanced at the bulging sack with pride. "Not my first rodeo, huh, Molly?" Molly burst out laughing, pulling the stolen goods onto a beat-up wagon to pull back. "No, Mr. Ocean's Eleven, and thanks to those super-distracting sweets, we'll never be unmasked." "Alright, kids, let's ride," Bill replied, pulling her in for a high-five, "to our next adventure. Maybe kidnap a piñata next time—those things are pure agony." They maneuvered the wagon out of the alley, nabbing themselves a victory sunset.