“You sure about this, Bill?” Molly asked, fiddling with a set of miniature lockpicks. “I mean, we’re talking about a room full of five-year-olds, presents, and a birthday cake that’s probably half-eaten by now.” Bill, ever the optimist, scoffed. “Relax, Moll. It’s a cake walk! Literally. Those kids won’t even notice us sneaking out with a few loot bags. Besides, a half-eaten cake is still cake.” Molly chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re incorrigible, Bill. Alright, alright, let’s do this. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the whole thing. You’re the one who suggested it.” Bill winked. “Don’t worry, Moll, I’ll take the blame. But I’m the only one who gets to eat the cake.”