Molly adjusted the miniature earpiece lodged in her ear, fiddling with the hook to ensure it stayed securely in place. Across from her, Bill meticulously poured over a blueprint of the children's party venue. "Well, Molly, what do you think? Are you ready to bust into our first birthday party and make off with all the loot?" Molly grinned wickedly as she strode over to where Bill was hunched over the diagrams. She delicately plucked a rubber ducky from Bill's makeshift disguise and plopped it onto her own head. A faint whisper of Bill's chuckle vibrated through the almost invisible earpiece. The duo pored over their strategy, methodically breaking down entry and exit points. It seemed dozens of hyperactive children would prove a convenient diversion to their plan to swipe all the birthday presents - brand-new toys tastefully decorated in paper and ribbons - at little Tommy Butler's birthday bash. They concocted a set of equally ridiculous personas, one as a disastrous clown and the other as a simpering costumed character. "Perfect."