Molly leaned back against the wall with a surreptitious chuckle. "Twenty-five kids at the party tonight, huh?" Bill scratched his stubbly chin in thought. "Yeah. A few of them are nearly Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles age already, but their parents still went overboard with the presents." He smirked. "Must be a fun time to be a kid...I suppose." "Well, they won't be anymore once we're through. But I must admit," she said with a smirk, "it's been a while since we've done something so...disruptive." Bill laughed. "Yeah, it's always good to kick their little world of innocence over and see how they scramble. That's my kind of fun." "Alright, Bill. We have a plan, don't we?" Molly crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Obviously. You handle the costumes and break through the window. The little ones will be mesmerized by your antics, perfectly distracting them. I'll sneak in from the backdoor - making the operation as effortless as pie, darling." "Hmph," she countered, "you remember to bring a few spare black bags, Bill. We wouldn't want any of those toys being left behind." "Of course. Which reminds me, Molly..." "Hmm?" "Do you really think they'll be... okay... wearing animal costumes and stuff?" Molly Chortled. "You're giving them too much credit, Bill. They'll barely notice." He steeled himself a moment, rubbing his hands together briskly. "You're right. I'm just so used to the high-stress heists and fancy world...it's hard to imagine kids this...loose." Molly shook her head playfully. "Just remember, Bill. Make sure you're low enough on the ground - to avoid any...unfortunate incidents." "Don't worry," he assured her. "We're professionals after all." "Don't get too attached to any of the toys, though. We're keeping the real prize." He raised a brow. "And what would be the 'real prize'?" Molly smiled wickedly. "A priceless painting hidden among the parents' belongings. A...hobby of mine." "Ah, I see." He rubbed his hands together. "I told you way back when, Molly, we make an unbeatable duo." She laughed. "Fit in where you don't belong, with panache and style -- that's our motto. Ready to go? They're just getting into the party spirit now." "What is life, after all, but a game we play with fate? And we're about to crash a child's one," Bill said, putting on his blazer and hat. He winked at Molly. "Onwards, my dear partner in crime." Together, and with a thorough understanding of their impending mischief, they stepped into the night hand-in-hand, ready to bring their hilarious (or rather, their carefully crafted) chaos upon the party. As they approached the house, laughter and music spilling onto the street, the night seemed to whisper its approval.