“Alright, so we’ll hit the party at 3:00 sharp. Think the parents will leave the presents unguarded for a solid half-hour during cake time?” “Girl, you know kids have the attention span of fruit flies on caffeine. Five minutes tops before they’re bouncing off the walls like popcorn in a microwave.” “Okay, so make it five minutes. We sneak in, grab the loot, and vanish like ninjas in tutus.” Bill snorted. “Ninja in tutus? Who came up with that plan? Generic clowns, that’s who. We gotta keep it classy, Molly. We’re high-brow thieves, remember? Think James Bond meets Willy Wonka.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Let’s just agree to look inconspicuous, alright? Now, the exit strategy is crucial. We can’t just waltz out with gift bags overflowing with plastic dinosaurs and princess tiaras. Too conspicuous.” “I say we use the bouncy castle. Stage a daring escape by catapulting ourselves out like human projectiles?” “The last thing we need is to land face-first in a pile of jelly-filled cupcakes. No, we need something more discreet. A ventilation duct, a side door..." Bill snapped his fingers. “I got it! The magician's disappearing act. We just need a cape.” “Where are we going to find a cape? This isn’t a Halloween convention, Bill.” “Relax. Leave it to me. I’ve got a source. They deal in subtle disguises, high-quality smoke bombs, and… well, capes.” Molly sighed dramatically. “You really need to stop associating with that theatre troupe. They’re a bad influence. What if this cape is made of bedsheets and glitter?” “Trust me, Molly, this cape will make Houdini jealous.” “Fine, fine. But if we end up looking like rejects from a third-grade play, I’m blaming you.” “Remember, Molly, this is art. We’re not stealing; we’re redistributing joy. Think Robin Hood, but with plushies and building blocks.” Molly smirked. “Don’t forget the glitter cannons.” “Ah, the pièce de résistance. We’ll shower the bewildered parents and sugar-crazed children in a rain of sparkling financial ruin.” “Just try not to get glitter in your eyebrows again, Bill. Last time, you looked like a disco ball exploded on your face.” “A handsome, sophisticated disco ball, thank you very much.”