Molly adjusted the ski mask, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as she surveyed the party through the window. "Bill, are you sure about this? A children's party? Really?" Bill straightened his jacket, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's an open invitation, Molly. We've got to seize the opportunity. Plus, think of all the presents. Their parents won't even miss a thing." Molly scoffed, "Not if they're dead." He chuckled, "Let's just say we've got a special talent for making people... disappear. But we won't need it tonight. We'll be in and out before they can make a peep." She took a deep breath, eyeing the back entrance. "Alright, let's do it. But if I see even one tearful child, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned, "That's the spirit. Now, let's get to work." They moved silently through the party, their footsteps muffled by the soft carpet. Molly pulled out a lock-picking kit, her fingers dancing over the tiny tools. Bill kept watch, his eyes darting between the guests and the door. "Hurry," he whispered. "Someone's coming." Molly's hands worked feverishly, the lock clicking open with a soft click. "Got it." Bill nodded, offering her a hand. "Ready?" She stood, her breath hitching as she caught sight of a small, anxious-looking child staring at them. "Not quite," she whispered. Bill glanced over, his eyes widening. "Molly, that's... that's the birthday boy." Molly's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, for crying out loud. We're not here to steal presents from a kid." Bill's eyes narrowed, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Nah, we're here to take something much better. We're here to take their imagination." Molly rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Alright, let's do it. But if anyone asks, we're just here to... to... steal their dreams."