Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Okay, Bill, the kids are distracted with cake and clowns. This is our moment!” Bill adjusted his mask, squinting at the chaotic scene. “You really think we’ll get away with this? We’re stealing from kids!” “Exactly! Think of the loot! Toys, games... and who knows what else?” Molly grinned. “Right, because nothing screams ‘merry heist’ like robbing a bunch of six-year-olds.” “Come on, it’s practice. We’ll be legends in the heisting world!” She waved her arm theatrically. Bill crossed his arms, frowning. “Legends? More like ‘those two clowns who stole a piñata.’” “It’s a treasure!” Molly insisted. “What’s a party without piñata candy?” “Fine, but you’re carrying it. And we need a getaway vehicle.” Molly sighed. “An ice cream truck’s perfect. No one suspects the ice cream man!” “Yeah, until you start tossing toys out the window.” “Only the crappy ones! We keep the good stuff,” she said, grinning. “Okay, I’m in. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the clown.” “Deal. Now, let’s go before they finish singing ‘Happy Birthday’!” “Perfect. But I get first pick on the video games!” “Agreed. On three. One... two...” “Wait, what about the cake?”