Molly leaned against the brick wall of the alley, a sly grin plastered on her face. “Bill, are you absolutely sure about this plan? Stealing from a bunch of kids? What, are we the Grinch now?” Bill adjusted his ski mask, looking overly serious. “Molly, this is not just any heist. It’s the perfect heist. Look at all those gifts! We can make a fortune!” Molly rolled her eyes. “Yeah, a fortune in bubble gum and teddy bears. Are you really that desperate?” “Desperate? No! Just… um, resourceful!” Bill shot back, crossing his arms in a feigned display of confidence. “Think about it. The parents are busy, the kids are too distracted with cupcakes and clowns. It’s a perfect distraction!” “Right, because nothing screams ‘perfect distraction’ like a clown. You do remember the last party we crashed, don’t you?” “Come on, that clown was just a minor setback! We escaped, didn’t we?” Bill shrugged. “Besides, there’s no clown this time. Just birthday hats and an enormous inflatable unicorn.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “An inflatable unicorn? For real?” “Right there!” He pointed dramatically to the backyard where chaos reigned—balloons floating, kids squealing, and one poor parent trying to wrangle a piñata. “Okay, but how do we get past the security? I can see at least three parents standing guard like they're secret service agents or something.” “Easy! We create a diversion. You know, slip in while they’re distracted. Just one small hiccup, and boom! We’re in!” Bill enthused, pacing. “What kind of diversion? A dance-off? Maybe a spontaneous rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’?” “No, no, I’ve got it!” Bill’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “We can throw confetti bombs!” “Confetti bombs?” Molly’s lips curled into a smirk. “You think the kids will be too busy with sparkles to notice two thieves waddling off with a mountain of gifts?” “Trust me. Kids love confetti! They’ll be so busy gathering it up, they won’t notice a thing!” Bill leaned in closer. “We grab the gifts, make a quick exit, and no one will be the wiser.” Molly bit her lip, fighting back laughter. “And if we get caught?” Bill waved dismissively. “We’ll just say we’re part of the entertainment. Clowns—” “Right, not falling for that one again.” “Fine! We’ll be ‘fun party helpers’! Nobody turns down the fun party helpers!” Molly burst out laughing. “And what if they decide to test our ‘fun-ness’? Do we have a clown wig and giant shoes stashed with the loot?” “Okay, that’s a fair point. But I’ve thought about this! We can wear onesies! Kids love onesies! Who would suspect two giant teddy bears?” “Bill, you do realize we’re breaking into a party when everyone there is dressed as superheroes and princesses, right? Who’s going to look at us in a onesie and not throw us out?” “Alright, back to the drawing board.” He tapped his chin, feigning deep thought. “What about a puppy? Everyone loves puppies!” “Right, now we’re stealing kids’ presents and a puppy? Are we even doing this for the loot anymore? It sounds like we’re trying to be dog-nappers!” “Okay, okay! Final plan: we just go in, act casual!” Molly smirked. “Casual thieves at a kid’s party… sounds perfectly sane.” “Look, just trust me, Molly. This is going to be epic. What could possibly go wrong?”