Good morning, Molly and Bill approached the children's party quietly, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of security. They had been planning this heist for weeks, and now it was time to put their plan into action. Molly sneezed a little, raising Bill's eyebrows. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. "I hope you didn't come down with something, we still have work to do." Molly chuckled, "No worries, just a little itchy. It's probably from all those crayons in there. But I've brought my trusty handkerchief for that." The two stopped for a moment and Molly discreetly tucked the handkerchief into her sleeve, her face carefully hidden by a scarf. Molly and Bill stealthily approached the entrance of the party. Idyllic party decorations, children running about, a large, booming stereo with Christmas-carols; This was the perfect heist. "Alright, you ready, Bill?" Molly asked. "As I'll ever be. Oops! Here comes some kid, let's duck," she whispered hurriedly. Rising from their hiding spot, the pair began to execute their plan. With silence and stealth, they were in and out within a jiffy, grinning from their successful job. They made it to their getaway car, Molly laughing, "A successful children's party heist doesn't have to be tough."