In the dimly lit alley behind the bakery, Molly and Bill huddled together, their breath misting in the cool night air. Molly, with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, fidgeted with the lock-picking set in her hand. Bill, his eyes darting nervously, adjusted the neon pink party hat on his head. "You sure this is a good idea, Molly?" he whispered. "Kids' parties are supposed to be about happiness, not theft." Molly rolled her eyes, "Bill, we're not here to steal the kids' happiness, just the presents. Besides, who's going to miss a few plastic toys?" Bill huffed, "I don't know, their mothers? They'll want answers." Molly slapped his hand, "Don't worry about that. We'll be in and out before they can even start crying." She smirked, "Now, let's get this show on the road."