It was a rainy afternoon at The Tipsy Squirrel pub, where Molly and Bill sat nursing their beers. "You sure this job's worth it?" Molly asked, her gaze fixed on the blueprint of a large suburban house. "Trust me, Moll," Bill replied, stroking his unkempt beard. "Nobody would expect thieves at a kid's party. It's brilliant!" "I suppose we blend in with these ridiculous costumes," Molly sighed, adjusting her fairy wings. Bill was dressed as an oversized teddy bear. They drained their glasses, exchanged a conspiratorial nod, and ventured into the downpour. Upon reaching their target, they hid behind a garden gnome. Music blared inside, accompanied by high-pitched giggles. "We'll sneak through the kitchen window while they're occupied," Bill whispered. "Just keep your paws off the cake, bear boy," Molly quipped, a grin spreading across her face.