Bill and Molly were crouched in the dark shadows of the alleyway, waiting for the right moment to make their move. The sounds of laughter and joy from the children's party across the street filled their ears, making the anticipation even worse. "Alright, millseeds," Molly whispered, brushing the shifty hair out of her eyes. "We gotta make this quick. Don't wanna bring the fuzz down on us, now do we?" Bill nodded, cracking his knuckles. "I'll take care of the gifts, you handle the groping." Molly raised an eyebrow and suppressed a smile. "No funny business this time, Bill. I'm serious. I don't want you in jail." "Come on, Moll. It's just a bit of harmless fun. Besides, I'm a stealthy guy. I'm just borrowing them for a while," he said with a wink. Trying to shake the uneasiness, Molly muttered, "Fine, but let's just get in and out, all right? I don't want us to feel the pinch." With that, their plan was set, and without a moment to spare, they slid out of the darkness, crossing the road towards the playground. However, when they reached the fence, they realized they had forgotten one thing: ladders.