Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, eyeing the modest suburban home across the street with a mixture of excitement and revulsion. The lights were on, casting a warm glow over the neatly manicured lawn, and the sound system was blasting a sugary sweet rendition of "I Want It That Way" from the year 1995. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is a no-brainer," Molly said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you insane?" Bill's voice was equal parts shrill and calm, a trait that Molly had grown to love. "We're a criminal crew. What's the fun in burglarizing a kids' party?" "We're not just any kids' party," Molly said, shouldering her purse with a bag of snacks. "This is a charity event. The birthday boy's parents are wealthy and influential. They must be bringing an entourage." Bill snorted. "Save it, Molly. I heard the birthday boy is a fan of He-Man. The only thing that'll get him into trouble is if they don't bring him some popcorn." "Popcorn? You think that's going to buy it?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Well, you never know. It's a long shot, but a he-Man fan's worth his weight in sparkly headbands is worth a small fortune." Molly rolled her eyes, a thrill of excitement creeping in. "You're unbelievable, Bill. But I have a plan. We'll start by dropping in through a side window. Easy. I've been practicing my window-lifting skills." "Don't even joke about that," Bill cursed under his breath. "I don't want to have to rescue you from yourself." Molly grinned mischievously. "That's the beauty of it, Bill – I've got a backup plan. We'll just create a diversion. I'll trigger the sprinkler system and you can sneak in through a window. In and out, out." Bill snorted. "You've been watching too many action movies. That's not how you steal from a holiday party." Molly puffed out her chest. "That's what I like about you, Bill. You're a regular action hero." Molly produced a small, high-tech device from her purse and plugged it into the sprinkler system. The water cascaded down, sending a drenched crowd scurrying for cover. Bill winced as his drenched clothes clung to his skin, but instead of panicking, he melted into the chaos, joining the sea of wailing kids and screaming parents. As they crept closer to their mark, Molly closed the device with a satisfied smile. "Looks like it's business as usual." Bill took her arm and led her towards the window. "Shall we make our escape?" "Jump," Molly said, already dropping down onto the brick wall with a soft thud. Bill yanked himself out after her, arms outstretched, and they melted into the night, cackling like a pair of untrustworthy acrobats.