Molly, dressed in a clown costume, adjusted her wig in the rearview mirror of an unassuming old van. Beside her, Bill, hidden under a fluffy pink bunny costume, fidgeted with the lock-picking tools in his lap. The target, a lavish children's party, loomed in the distance like a glittering, candy-coated fortress. "Ready?" Molly asked, her voice muffled beneath the false nose. Bill nodded, his eyes narrowing over the bunny ears. "As ready as I'll ever be. You sure about this? We're stealing from kids, Mol." "Exactly," she said, grinning. "Kids are always getting stuff they don't need. Besides, it's for a good cause. We'll sell the gifts and donate the money to a charity that actually helps kids." Bill sighed, clipping the lock-picking tools into his belt. "Just remember, no more hot dogs this time. Last time I tasted like a dog's breakfast for days." Molly laughed, pulling the van to a stop. "Deal. Now let's go make some little tykes happy."