Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit, a sleek black jumpsuit that made her look like a rejected extra from a 90s action film. Bill, on the other hand, wore a bright orange wig and a "Party Time" t-shirt. He was supposed to blend in with the children's party they were about to crash, but Molly had her doubts. The two thieves crouched behind a row of trash cans, peering out at the chaotic party unfolding before them. Kids shrieked with delight as a piñata hung precariously from a swing set, its papier-mâché body trembling in the breeze. Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement as she counted the presents piled under the party table. This was going to be a score for the ages. "Remind me why we're doing this again?" Bill whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Presents, Bill," Molly replied, her voice firm. "Expensive, shiny presents. The kind of stuff that'll make our eBay account sing." Bill nodded, his bright orange wig wobbling. "Right, right. It's not just about the money, it's about the joy of ruining a children's birthday party." Molly shot him a sideways look. "Focus, Bill."