Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! It’s like a treasure trove of childhood dreams!” Bill adjusted his mask. “You sure this is a good idea? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if we get caught?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Caught? By who? The birthday boy? He’s busy with cake!” “Yeah, but what if the parents—” “Relax! We’ll be in and out before they even notice. Just grab the big ones!” “Right, because nothing screams ‘professional thief’ like stealing from kids.” “Come on, Bill! Think of the loot! We could fund our next heist!” “By robbing a bunch of five-year-olds? What’s next, stealing candy from a baby?” “Exactly! We’ll be legends! The Robin Hoods of birthday parties!” Bill sighed. “Okay, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, you ready?” “Ready as I’ll ever be. Just remember, no glitter bombs this time.” “Promise! Now, on three. One… two…” “Wait! What if they have a guard dog?” “Then we’ll just distract it with a squeaky toy. You brought one, right?” “Of course not! Who brings a squeaky toy to a heist?” “Ugh, Bill! You’re the worst partner ever!”