Molly adjusted her wide-brimmed hat as she perused the diagram on Bill's face. "Alright, we need to blend in. Think firefighter uniforms." Bill scratched his head. "But won't that be too obvious?" "Exactly! It's the opposite. We'll be the oddballs who grab the limelight," Molly chuckled. "Hmm," Bill considered. "And what about the dummies? We'll need convincing props." Molly's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "I'll bring my collection. Got a few colored beards and one very convincing cheerleader." Throughout the party, they bobbed and weaved, drawing bewildered glances. "Molly!" Bill's voice cut through the revelry, a loud cheer erupting behind them. "Look—there's Mrs. Wilson's craft table!" Laughing, Molly slipped past jungle gym ropes. "Remember, swipe discretion!" Giggling, Bill snatched a plush bear, almost knocking over a toy dragon. The crowd gasped, their attention momentarily stolen. Molly adeptly plucked the gifts, their grins disguised by plastic faux mustaches. "Okay, the pilfering's done," she whispered. "Let's regroup." In perfect sync, they exited, leaving chaos in their wake. "Did I get them all?" Bill's question was loaded with pride. "You bet," Molly's reply echoed, their stash brimming with childhood chaos. 'Thieves of Tinsel Town,' they thought, pocketing their spoils and vanishing like ghosts at the stroke of midnight.