In the dimly lit backroom of Molly's thrift shop, a conspiratorial whisper filled the air as the two thieves leaned over a cluttered table, littered with colorful gift wrap and broken toy parts. "Molly, pencil this in, we're after the birthday loot at Timmy's party," Bill said, eyeing a handmade invitation with a childish drawing of a dinosaur. "Perfect! I'm dying for some new Legos," Molly chuckled, unfurling a crudely drawn map that exaggerated the distance between the kitchen and living room. "Legos? Focus, Molly. We need to nab everything from tricycles to teddy bears." "Relax, Bill. Once the clowns start honking, nobody will notice." "Speaking of clowns, you got the costumes ready?" "Yeah, I got us both giant red noses and floppy shoes." "Good. But the challenge is getting past those watchful parents," Bill said, sighing. "They can spot cheap face paint a mile away." "Not if their faces are stuffed with cake. Trust me. I got a plan." "Plan, huh? Does it involve balloon animals?" "Precisely," Molly grinned. "Kevin’ll distract them with a six-foot-tall giraffe." "Ha! The ol' Kevin distraction gambit. Works every time." "Then it's settled. Operation Big Top is a go." "To plush paradise, Molly." "And an endless stream of loot, Bill."