Molly peeked over the shrubs, clipboard in hand, and whispered, "Bill, are you sure about this? It feels a bit... harsh, doesn't it?" Bill, decked out in a too-tight superhero costume, shrugged. "Molly, we’re not stealing dreams here, just redistributing some high-trend, low-utility consumer goodies." "Redistributing to our apartment," Molly muttered, checking her watch. "Okay, we go in when the magic show starts. They won't notice a thing." Bill grinned. "Exactly. Now, did you bring the extra party hats?" Molly flashed a stack of sparkly hats. "And the noise makers. When we mingle, we blow these if anyone gets suspicious. It'll blend right in." "Genius!" Bill chuckled, then turned serious. "Remember, look dazzled by the balloon animals, eat a piece of cake, and laugh at the clown’s jokes." Molly smirked. "I love that eating cake is part of the plan." Bill adjusted his mask. "Perks of the job. Ready?" Molly nodded. "Let’s make some children mildly disappointed." As they slipped through the garden gate, Molly sighed, "For the record, I wanted to rob a casino." Bill knocked on the door, the perfect image of a lost party performer. "Next time, Molly. Next time."