In the dimly lit alley behind the lavish children's party, Molly and Bill huddled, their breath visible in the crisp night air. Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, adjusted her fake nose. Bill, ever the cautious one, checked their disguises, his mustache twitching nervously. "You sure about this, Mol?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Molly just grinned, "Why not? It's not like they'll miss a few toys." Bill sighed, "Fair enough. Just remember, no scaring the kids." Molly nodded, sliding her hands into her gloves. "None taken. Let's get this show on the road." With that, they slipped into the party, disappearing among the laughter and joy.