Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, their eyes fixed on the chaotic children's party unfolding behind the brightly colored fence. The sound of shrieking kids and tinny music filled the air, and the sweet scent of sugary treats wafted through the bars. "We're really doing this, Bill," Molly said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Stealing presents from a kid's party. We're the worst." "Hey, someone's got to keep the kid's expectations low," Bill replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, it's not like we're stealing their candy. Although, now that you mention it...those fairy cakes look divine." Molly elbowed him in the ribs. "Focus. We need to blend in and get in, out, and gone before anyone notices." "Right, right. I'll put on my best 'enthusiastic party helper' face." Bill practiced a cheesy grin, making Molly giggle. "Okay, okay. But seriously, Bill, have you thought about how we're going to haul all this loot out of here?" Bill held up a large, brightly colored laundry basket. "I brought this festive little number. It's the perfect disguise for our ill-gotten gains." Molly snorted. "You're a genius, Bill. Pure, evil genius."