Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit, a sleek black jumpsuit complete with a fuzzy cat ear headband. Bill, her partner in crime, looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really, Molly? The cat ears?" "They're for good luck," Molly said, winking. "Besides, we're about to crash a children's birthday party. I want to blend in." Bill snorted. "You're going to blend in with a bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds? You're going to stick out like a sore thumb." Molly patted the bag of tools slung over her shoulder. "Hey, I've got all the essentials: cake-cutting wire, piñata-picking locks, and an emergency stash of kid-friendly snacks in case we get caught." Bill shook his head. "You're enjoying this way too much." "Hey, someone's got to bring a little joy to the art of thievery," Molly said, grinning. "Besides, have you seen the haul we're looking at? Laser guns, talking teddy bears... this kid's parents must have spent a small fortune." Bill's eyes lit up. "Alright, alright. I'm in. But if I get puked on by a birthday boy with a stomach ache, I'm blaming you."