“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the colorful balloons. “We sneak in during the cake cutting.” “Cake cutting? You mean the part where kids are covered in frosting?” Bill asked, wrinkling his nose. “Sounds messy.” “Focus! We grab the presents while they’re distracted. Easy peasy.” “Right, but what if a kid sees us?” “Just tell them we’re the ‘Present Fairies.’” “Present Fairies? Really? What’s next, ‘Uncle Bill the Candy Thief’?” “Stop being a wuss! You’re the one who wanted to retire in style.” “Retire? I’m not even 30 yet!” “Exactly! Think of the toys! The video games! The—” “Okay, okay! But what if the parents catch us?” “Just act natural. We’re professionals!” “Professionals? We’re thieves!” “Same difference. Now, you grab the big red one, I’ll take the blue one.” “Why do you get the blue one?” “Because it matches my outfit!” “Your outfit? We’re robbing a party, not going to a fashion show!” “Fine! You can have the blue one. Just don’t drop it!” “Like I’d drop a present! What do you think I am, a clumsy oaf?” “Pretty much, yes.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Molly.” “Anytime, Bill. Now let’s go steal some joy!”