In the grimy shadows of the rundown café, Molly and Bill huddled over a table littered with crumbs and faded wrapping paper. Molly, with her mischievous grin, unfurled a crudely drawn map of the suburban battlefield they planned to infiltrate. "So, this is the target," she whispered, tapping her finger on a sketch of a bouncy castle. Bill, squinting through his thick glasses, leaned in. "A children's party, Molly? Really?" "Where else can you find a goldmine of unguarded presents?" Molly retorted, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desperation. Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "And how do you plan to blend in? We're not exactly kids anymore." Molly chuckled, pulling out a pair of oversized sunglasses and a clown nose from her bag. "Leave that to me, Bill. We'll be the life of the party." Outside, the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the unsuspecting neighborhood. Inside, two unlikely thieves prepared for the heist of a lifetime—or at least, the heist of the weekend.