Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit, a sleek black jumpsuit complete with a glittery cat emblem on the chest. She was a vision of stealth and sophistication, except for the bright pink party hat perched on her head. Bill, her partner in crime, looked at her askance. "What's with the hat?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, the perfect foil to Molly's bubbly personality. "Getting into character," Molly replied, tucking a stray strand of hair under the hat. "We're going to blend in with the party crowd, remember?" The party in question was a birthday bash for the city's most indulged and spoiled children. Molly and Bill had received a tip that the gifts would be nothing short of spectacular - cutting-edge gadgets, designer clothing, and enough sugar to put a smile on even the grumpiest of faces. As they watched, a clown car pulled up to the entrance, disgorging a dozen screaming children and one bedraggled clown. Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement. "It's go time," she whispered, and Bill nodded in agreement. Together, they slipped out of the shadows and into the bright, noisy chaos of the party.