Molly slid her gaze across the map strewn across the table, her eyes narrowing as they landed on the colorful circle marked 'Halloween Parade'. "This party, Bill, is a treasure trove," she whispered, her fingers tracing the locked gates. Bill nodded, adjusting his cap with a grin, "The room is filled with giggles, but tonight, we'll be the silent thieves in the dark." "Winning over the little ones will serve as our perfect distraction," Molly quipped, a sparkle in her eye. "Imagine, tots running in circles, armed only with innocence." "But our innocence?" Bill chuckled, lighting a cigarette. "Our weapon's the old ninja stealth. Remember our training?" "We'll be as silent as the ghostly figures they're celebrating," Molly affirmed, tapping the map. "All along the corridor, clocking ticks like ghostly whispers." "Now, time's ticking louder than the boogeyman clock. Let's nap up the house in record time, Molly—snores so soft they'll be as gentle as frosted cookies but as undone as a poorly tied shoelace." Molly tipped her head back and let out a faux yawn. "Beautiful, Bill. We'll be the children's favorites come morning, all thanks to our harmless, cookie-loving demeanor." "Only for cookies," Bill snickered, flicking his cigarette into an old boot. "Sneak off now. The greater the fun, the lighter the frosting we'll leave behind." Eyes locked on their targets, the pair vanished into the night, the Halloween spirit untainted by their mischievous plan.