In the dimly lit hideout, with the faint sound of circus music seeping through the walls, Molly and Bill huddled over a hand-drawn map of the party venue, their eyes gleaming with mischief. The smell of cotton candy and caramelised nuts filled the room, a quirky reminder of their target. "Alright, Bill, listen up. We need to be quicker than a rabbit pulling a hat trick for this to work." Molly's voice carried an air of excitement, a stark contrast to her partner's apparent hesitance. "We enter through the back entrance, just as the clown's assistant is setting up. The little tykes won't suspect a thing, caught up in their sugar-fueled euphoria." Bill's eyebrows raised in disbelief, "You want us to rob kids? What sort of fools's gold are we chasing here, Molly? It's a children's party, for heaven's sake!" "Shhh... keep your trouser-wearing parrots quiet! I'm talking high-value goodies here—the latest gadgets, shiny toys, and maybe even some cold hard cash if we're lucky. These kids are born with silver spoons, Bill. We're not pinching candy from babies, we're taking back some of Daddy's excess spending!" With a theatrical sigh, Bill relented, "Fine, but I'm only doing this for the real prizes, none of this plastic whistle nonsense." Their grift was set in motion, and the stage was ready for their grand performance. Little did the unsuspecting children know, two seasoned thieves were about to crash their biggest day of the year.