Molly ducked under a streamer-adorned fence, clipboard in hand, her eyes scanning the lively backyard. "Okay, Bill, focus. We hit the gift table during the piñata session. Chaos is our BFF." Bill, munching on a stolen cupcake, nodded, frosting smeared across his cheek. "Right. Kids whack, we pack.” “Exactly,” Molly replied, crouching beside a bush shaped like a bunny. “You grab the big boxes, I’ll snag the smaller, shinier ones." “What if someone spots us?” Bill's voice was muffled by his cupcake. Molly rolled her eyes. “We’re grown adults hiding behind topiary, Bill. Just act like you lost a kid or something." “Can’t we just buy presents like normal crooks?” “We’re not normal, we’re innovative.” Molly checked her watch. “Showtime’s in three minutes. Ready?" Bill, finishing his last bite, wiped his hands on his jeans. “Born ready. And afterwards, I want cake.” “If we pull this off, you’ll have enough cake to last till Christmas.” The sounds of children counting down echoed across the yard, a candy-filled piñata swinging perilously. "Go time," Molly whispered, as they dashed forward amid a flurry of cheering and blindfolded swings.