Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley, scanning the chaos of the children's birthday party next door. The thumping music and shrieks of excitement were a welcome distraction from their latest scheme. They were a seasoned duo, with a string of successful heists under their belt, but this one promised to be their most...unconventional. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly asked, her voice low and hesitant. "I mean, stealing from children? It feels a bit...low." Bill chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on, Molly, it's not like we're stealing their innocence. We're just...redirecting the gift-giving process. Think of it as a Robin Hood-esque operation, minus the charitable aspect." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You've been watching too many Christmas specials." "Just hear me out," Bill said, holding up a hand. "We've got a solid plan in place. The parents will be too busy getting the kids to eat the healthy snacks and not throw up on each other. The party favors are just the beginning – we'll make off with the good stuff. iPads, consoles, the works." Molly's eyes sparkled with interest. "And how exactly do you plan on getting past the security – aka 'Moms with minivans'?" "Leave that to me," Bill said with a grin. "I've got an excellent disguise. I'll be the life of the party." Molly snorted. "You can't just wear a wig and call it a day, Bill. We need something more...substantial." Bill rummaged through his backpack, producing a disturbingly lifelike toddler costume. "Ta-da!" Molly's jaw dropped. "What in the world...?" "I know, I know, it's a masterpiece," Bill said, admiring his reflection in a nearby dumpster lid. "I'll blend right in. Just remember, you're my nanny for the day. So, try to keep a straight face when I start playing with the Play-Doh." Molly shook her head, a reluctant smile spreading across her face. "You're a genius, Bill. Or completely insane. Either way, I'm in." "Excellent," Bill said, high-fiving Molly with a furry, toddler-sized hand. "Now, let's get this party started – and by 'started', I mean thoroughly pillaged." With a shared glance, the unlikely duo slipped into their gear and set off into the fray, surrounded by screaming children and harried parents, completely unaware of the sophisticated thieves in their midst. As they melted into the crowd, Molly whispered to Bill, "You know, for a high-stakes heist, this feels suspiciously like we're just attending a children's party in ridiculous costumes." Bill beamed with pride. "That's the beauty of it, my friend. We're not just thieves – we're method actors."