Molly peeked around the corner of the house, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene. Neon balloons bobbed in the breeze and the distant squeals of excited children filtered through the plaster walls. She glanced back at Bill, who inconspicuously leaned against the fence, a fedora pulled low over his eyes. "You sure about this, Bill? I'm not sure I'm cut out for this whole nitting and kidnapping thing." Bill removed his hat, running a hand through his silver hair. "Relax, it's just a bit of fun. Lemme handle this, okay?" She sighed and adjusted her blue wig. "Last heist, Bill. Then I'm hangin' up my cat burglar hat." Bill grinned, extracting a roll of duct tape from his rucksack. "One more, dollface. For old time's sake. Think of it as BEING naughty and BEING nice, all in one night!" Molly groaned, but couldn't stifle a reluctant chuckle. She knew what she was doing. Still, her nerves tingled as they strode boldly up to the front door, ready to crash the kid's party, and make off with the goods. It was almost too easy. "You're lucky I love you, Bill. Now let's get in and out before those brats catch wind of what we're up to!"