The dimly lit warehouse, their makeshift headquarters, echoed with the sound of Molly's excited chatter. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she laid out her masterplan on the worn wooden table. "We strike when the chaos is at its peak, Bill. When the kids are hyped up on sugar and the parents are busy herding them, that's our window. The party's theme, 'Superhero Showdown,' will be our camouflage. We blend in, grab the goodies, and vanish like shadows." Bill, his attention divided between Molly and the tattered comic book in his hands, grunted in feigned indifference. "And the costumes? We can't exactly waltz in there wearing our regular gear." "Oh, I've got us covered. Literally." She grinned, revealing the colorful array of costumes piled high on a chair. "I've rented the most realistic superhero suits you can imagine. We'll be the caped crusaders of the night—a dynamic duo in disguise." Bill's eyebrow quirked, intrigued despite himself. "A dynamic duo, eh? So, what superhero do I get to play?" Molly's laughter filled the room, mingling with the distant sounds of the city's nightlife beyond the warehouse walls. "You, my friend, will be the dashing Captain Thunderbolt, striking fear into the hearts of—well, any kid who catches us red-handed." As their laughter filled the warehouse, the surrounding darkness seemed to fade, momentarily upstaged by their ambitious, comical plan.