“Okay, Bill, are you ready for the ultimate heist?” Molly said, rubbing her hands together. Bill shifted his weight nervously. “Are you sure about this, Molly? I mean, a children’s party? It feels... wrong.” “Wrong? No, no, no! It feels right! Think about it—the presents! The toys! The candy!” She jumped in place, her excitement palpable. “Yeah, but kid’s parties are full of moms and dads. They’re like... watchdogs! I can practically smell the parental instincts from here!” Bill replied, peering out the window. Molly waved a dismissive hand. “Come on, they’ll be too busy with their boring adult chit-chat to notice us. Besides, it’s a two-for-one job! We steal the presents and provide a little fun.” “Fun? What fun are we providing? A chance for them to discover their favorite toys are gone, and their lives are ruined?” Bill frowned. “Exactly! They’ll think it’s a game. A giant, twisted game! We’ll wear costumes!” Molly suggested with an impish grin. “Costumes? Like clowns?” Bill recoiled at the thought. “No way. I am not dressing up as a clown. Last time I did that, kids threw cupcakes at me.” “Fine! No clowns. Maybe we could be superheroes! They’ll love us!” Molly said, pulling out a cape from her bag. Bill raised an eyebrow. “Superheroes? And what will our superhero names be? The Birthday Bandits?” “Ooh! I like it!” Molly exclaimed. “We could have matching masks too! Like, uh... the Masked Marauders! Wait, does that sound too ominous?” “Honestly, it sounds more like a bad B-movie. How about we just... sneak in, grab the stuff, and sneak out?” Bill proposed. “Where’s the fun in that? We’ve got to leave a mark, Bill! They’ll remember this party forever!” Molly said passionately. “Yeah, remember how I got kicked out of the last one? A four-year-old threw a tantrum because I stole his ice cream cone!” Bill sighed. “Okay, but you have to admit, it was hilarious. He made such a scene!” Molly chuckled. “True... but kids are unpredictable. What if they see us and scream for their parents?” Bill hesitated again. “What’s the worst that can happen?” Molly shrugged. “We might get chased by a bunch of sugar-high toddlers!” “Yeah, well, after that cupcake incident, I’m not keen on facing a barrage of tiny fists,” Bill muttered. “Look, we’ll have a plan. We’ll set up distractions. You distract the adults while I grab the good stuff.” Molly grinned like a mischievous cat. “Right. I’ll just casually juggle while you snatch up their gifts! What could possibly go wrong?” Bill rolled his eyes. “Exactly! You’ll be the life of the party, and they’ll never suspect a thing!” Molly said confidently. “Life of the party? More like the clown who gets arrested. Maybe we should just turn ourselves in now and save the embarrassment.” “No way! We’re going to become legends! The Birthday Bandits will be known throughout the land!” Molly replied. “Only if we don’t get caught first. Fine, I’ll do it, but the moment a parent looks at me funny, I’m out!” Bill shrugged. “Deal! Now, get your superhero gear ready!” Molly clapped her hands. “Operation Birthday Bandit begins in one hour!”