Molly perched on the edge of the rooftop, her legs swinging casually as she surveyed the colourful birthday banners swaying in the gentle breeze. She gave Bill a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, my dear accomplice, are you ready to embark on the most thrilling mission yet? Breaking into a bunch of screaming kids' party!" Bill, who was busy fiddling with his lock-picking set, looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Stealing from children, huh? Real classy, Molly." "Oh, come on! It's not like they bought those presents themselves." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Imagine the loot, Bill! A whole collection of untouched toys and games, just waiting for us!" "If you say so." Bill shrugged, his voice laced with skepticism. "But it's a bit...odd. What if someone recognises us? We'll be the talk of the town for all the wrong reasons." Molly patted his shoulder reassuringly. "No one will suspect a thing, trust me! We'll wear clown costumes, blend in with the entertainment. By the time they realize we're not here for balloon animals, we'll be long gone." "Clown costumes, huh? You really have thought this through." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, let's do it. For the record, I still think this is crazier than that time we—" "Shh!" Molly cut him off, her finger pressing against her lips. "Save the reminiscing for later. It's showtime."