Molly crouched behind a bush, squinting at the colorful decorations flapping in the breeze. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her ski mask. “It’s a kid’s party!” “Exactly! Who’s going to suspect a couple of thieves at a place filled with candy and clowns?” Bill replied, peering through his binoculars. “Look at those presents! We could fund our entire career with one haul!” Molly rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because nothing says ‘professional’ like stealing from toddlers. What’s next? Mugging Santa?” “Come on, it’s a classic caper! We’re practically Robin Hood!” Bill grinned, excitement bubbling in his chest. “But, like, the opposite of that.” “Robin Hood didn’t steal from kids,” Molly said, crossing her arms. “He stole from rich guys. And he had good intentions!” “Fine! We just need to get past that clown. He’s guarding the loot,” Bill said, nodding towards a man with oversized shoes and a permanent smile. “Can’t we distract him with a balloon animal?” Molly suggested. Bill laughed. “Only if you can make a poodle out of a deflated balloon! Let’s do this before someone serves cake.” With a shared glance, they sprinted towards the chaos, hearts racing and giggles echoing in the air.