Molly and Bill huddled together in the grimy alley behind "Chuckles Magic Kingdom," a garish indoor playground that was currently hosting the birthday party of eight-year-old Timothy Van der Pelt III. Molly, a petite woman with a pixie cut and mischievous eyes, was studying a hastily sketched blueprint, while Bill, her lanky partner in crime, was struggling into a bright blue mascot costume. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, stifling a laugh as he wobbled, trying to secure the oversized bear head. "You're sure you can pull this off?" "Molly, my dear," Bill replied, his voice muffled, "I've picked pockets in the Vatican, smuggled diamonds through the Sahara, and even managed to steal a kiss from the Queen of England. I think I can handle a room full of eight-year-olds." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but can you handle them while wearing that ridiculous costume and singing the 'Chuckles Birthday Song'?" Bill shrugged, or at least Molly assumed he did, given the bear's exaggerated shoulder movement. "I've done more with less. Besides, it's not like we're robbing a bank. It's just a bunch of snot-nosed kids and their harried parents." Molly chuckled, rolling up the blueprint and tucking it into her pocket. "Okay, so we stick to the plan. You distract the kids and parents with your, uh, charming performance, while I slip into the back and grab the presents." Bill gave her a thumbs up, the massive bear paw glove making the gesture comically oversized. "And remember, Molly, we're doing this for the kids." Molly snorted. "Right. Because little Timothy needs to learn the harsh realities of life. No more silver spoons for that kid." Bill laughed, a deep rumble inside the bear suit. "Exactly. Think of us as... educational consultants." Molly grinned, giving Bill a playful pat on the bear head. "Alright, 'educational consultant,' let's get this show on the road. And Bill?" "Yeah, Molly?" "Try not to traumatize the kids too much. We don't want them remembering us in therapy." Bill waved a dismissive paw. "Please, Molly. I'm a professional. They'll love me." With that, Bill lumbered towards the entrance, disappearing into the cacophony of children's laughter and screams. Molly waited a moment, then slipped around the side, her eyes scanning for the best point of entry. As she tiptoed through the chaos, she could hear Bill's booming voice leading the children in a rousing rendition of the "Chuckles Birthday Song." She smiled to herself. This was going to be a piece of cake. Or rather, a piece of birthday cake.