Molly crept closer to the hedge bordering the vibrant backyard, her eyes fixed on the mountain of colorfully wrapped gifts piled high on a large table near the bouncy castle. Beside her, Bill adjusted his clown wig, the absurdity of his disguise contrasting sharply with the intensity in his gaze. “The perimeter’s clear. No sign of superhero parents yet,” Molly whispered, crouching lower as a group of giggling children darted past. Their faces painted, oblivious to the grand larceny about to unfold at their celebration. Bill nodded, his fingers fumbling with a tiny walkie-talkie hidden inside his oversized polka-dot tie. “Ready when you are. Remember, it’s snatch and grab. In and out.” Around them, the sounds of the party swirled—lighthearted chatter, the squeals of delighted children, the occasional pop of a balloon. Molly pulled the edge of her magician’s cloak tighter about her neck, her eyes narrowing with focus. “Got it. We’ll blend in, hit the gift table during the piñata chaos, and vanish before they even start the cake.” Bill let out a soft chuckle. “Stealing from kids, Molly. We’re going to hell.” Molly grinned back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hell’s never seen the likes of us, Bill.”