Molly leaned against the car, arms crossed. Bill paced back and forth beside her. "You really think this is a good idea?" Bill asked, running a hand through his messy hair. "Absolutely!" Molly replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "A birthday party full of expensive gifts, unattended for hours while the kids play. It's a thief's dream!" "But it's a children's party. Isn't that...tacky?" Molly rolled her eyes. "What do you care about tacky? We're thieves, not art critics. We're here to get rich, not win any prizes for originality." Bill sighed, but Molly could tell he was coming around. "Fine. But how do you plan on getting us inside? Last I checked, they don't hand out invitations to the general public." "Oh, please. I've got it covered." Molly grinned, holding up a bright pink flyer. "My cousin's kid's birthday party. Isn't it cute? I even RSVPed for us already." "Wait, you know one of the parents?" Bill asked, startled. "Second cousin, twice removed. We're practically strangers." Molly shrugged. "But it doesn't matter, we'll be in and out before they even know we're here." "And what about the other parents? We can't exactly just waltz in there in our ski masks." "No, no, no. You're thinking way too hard." Molly reached into the trunk and pulled out two brightly colored outfits. "We blend in, see? I'm Princess Sparkles, you're Captain Happytimes." Bill groaned, accepting the outfit with a look of disgust. "You expect me to wear this?" "I do. Now come on, we don't have much time." Molly was already changing into her dress behind the car. A few minutes later, they emerged, looking every bit the part of a children's party duo. Molly giggled as Bill struck a pose. "I never want to see you in tights again," she said, shaking her head. "Same goes for you and that glittery tiara," Bill grumbled, adjusting his cape. "Alright, so what's the plan?" "Simple. We go in, make nice with the adults, then sneak upstairs and start loading the gifts into these bags." Molly held up a couple of large sacks with cartoon characters emblazoned on the front. "What about the kids? We can't just leave them un