Molly clutched a rolled-up flyer she'd grabbed at the local mom's club meeting. " whispering to Bill, "This is gold, Bill. Kids' party. Parents too distracted by the mediocre DJ and the overpriced cupcakes to notice the wohl clumsy burglars in their midst." Bill, his eyes aglow, his hands already creasing the flyer, said, "Agreed. Pure gold!" He tossed a smug look towards his neighborhood nemesis, Peter. "See you in theipeline, Peter. No more bragging about your 'police skills' for a while. This is my city, mate." "But how do we handle the kids?" Molly pressed, concern evident in her voice, though the corners of her mouth turned up into a playful grin. "This will make our 'legendary capers' all the more legendary, won't it? My dad used to tell stories about Willie the Wizard, index fingers hovering near the presents, holding the act of grabbing them together." Bill snorted, "Tales of tall tales my arse. Fancy footwork to nick candy without waking the tykes. 'The Little Thief Who Couldn't?' More like 'The Little Thief Who was Carefully Cowarded away by the children's innate cuteness.'" "So you think it'll work?" Molly asked, eyeing Bill hopefully. "Macho glory be, Molly," he said, his grin wide, "Sure as the costumed bunny hop proves at school shows, it'll take all our wit and quick fingers. Just imagine, they'll have us confused with party favor godly goblins, bags overflowing with cosmic gifts!" "Wait, godly goblins? And we're stealing gifts from goblins? This is wild, Bill!" Bill's grin morphed into a wicked smirk, "Yes, exactly! We're stealing goblins' gifts, turning them into our bounty. 'The Goblin Heist' by this time tomorrow, all the blogs and forums drooling over our daring!" "And if we get caught?" Molly queried, starting to feel the thrill of adventure rise with the stakes. Bill chuckled darkly, "Caught? Molly, darling, there are worse things than getting caught. Picture the excuses! 'Love, I went to the party to 'adjust' the under-valued ice cream sundae bar but got side-tracked...' Just a little charm, a dab of disarmed urgency, and we're off the police's radar as soon as 'Grandpa's party noise' starts cropping up!" Molly sighed, shaking her head, "I like how this ends with you knowing how to play the part of a loving Grandpa." Bill nodded wisely, "It's details like that that refine our plans. No one knows the art of subtle crime like Bill and Molly do." Molly smiled, clapping Bill on the back, "Well, since I have nothing else to do but plot with you and only you, let's go make the legendary start to our 'Goblin Heist.'" "Let's, by Jove!" Bill exclaimed, launching himself into a series of "Grandpa" dancing moves as they scampered out the door, disappearing into the dusk, ready to embrace internet immortality with a daring heist on the sweet teeth of tots.