Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of town. The flickering fluorescent light above them cast eerie shadows across their faces as they pored over the blueprints of their next target: a lavish children's party at the mansion of a wealthy businessman. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is gonna be our biggest score yet," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just imagine all those presents, wrapped up and ready for the taking." Bill scratched his head, a skeptical look on his face. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids? It just doesn't feel right." "Oh, come on," Molly scoffed. "Those spoiled brats probably have more toys than they know what to do with. They won't even miss a few." "But what about the security?" Bill asked. "A place like that is bound to have guards, cameras, the whole nine yards." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "That's where our disguises come in. We'll blend right in with the other party guests." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Disguises? What kind of disguises?" Molly reached under the table and pulled out two oversized gift boxes, complete with ribbons and bows. "Ta-da! We'll go in as presents ourselves. Once we're inside, we'll sneak off and stuff as many gifts as we can into these boxes. Then, we'll just walk right out the front door." Bill stared at the boxes, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You know, that's so crazy it just might work." "Of course it'll work," Molly said confidently. "We'll be in and out before anyone even realizes what's happening." The two thieves spent the next hour going over every detail of their plan, from the timing of their entrance to the escape route they would take. As they worked, their excitement grew, and soon they were both grinning like kids on Christmas morning. Finally, Bill leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face. "I gotta hand it to you, Molly. This is one of your best plans yet." Molly smirked. "Well, what can I say? I'm a criminal mastermind." "But what about the kids?" Bill asked, a hint of concern creeping back into his voice. "Won't they be upset when they find out their presents are gone?" Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, they'll get over it. Besides, we'll be long gone by then, living it up on some tropical beach with our ill-gotten gains." Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face once more. "Tropical beach, huh? I like the sound of that." Molly held up her hand for a high five. "Then it's settled. Operation Birthday Heist is a go." The two thieves slapped palms, their laughter echoing through the empty warehouse as they reveled in the anticipation of their upcoming caper. Little did they know, however, that their plan was about to go horribly, hilariously awry.