Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the colorful streamers that adorned the backyard. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. Bill, adjusting his fake mustache, grinned. “Of course! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove of joy!” “Joy? We’re stealing from kids!” Molly rolled her eyes. “What’s next? Snatching candy from babies?” “Only if they’re really cute,” Bill chuckled, glancing at a piñata shaped like a unicorn. “Besides, it’s just a little party. They won’t miss a few gifts.” Molly sighed, her conscience battling her excitement. “What if we get caught? I don’t want to end up on a ‘Most Wanted’ poster next to a clown.” “Relax! We’ll be in and out before they even notice. Just follow my lead.” He pulled out a pair of comically large gloves. “Ready for the heist of the century?” “More like the heist of the century’s worst idea,” she muttered, but a smile crept onto her face. “Alright, let’s do this. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, on three… one, two—” “Wait! Did you see that kid with the cake?” Molly pointed. “I think he’s got a fork!”