“Molly, you remember that party down at the park? Last year's cake was a disaster,” Bill casually leaned against a tree. "Don't remind me," Molly sighed, inspecting the gift wrap with meticulous care. “It's gonna be wild. We've got to stick to our game plan." Bill checked his watch, “Nightfall and we’re in. Remember, it's all about distraction." "Right. How about we rig the games to cost us those flamingos—extravagant, naughty, but unusable chaos.” The twinkle in Molly's eye didn’t wane as she said, “Ah, and our hands will be free for the magic of wrapping paper and festive garb shop." Bill chuckled, “Make sure you've got the ‘map’ to our escape, puff up your coat as if avalanches are behind you." "And throw ‘Balloon Pop Sensation,'" Molly suggested. "Party's distracted, we slip away on 'Pop! Pop! Bam!'” Bill leaned in, whispering, “And timing’s key. Half past seven, they'll think the Border Collies escaped. Ol' Buck and Maggie will suspect each other till dusk.” "We make the most daring of pilferers in their dreams, Bill." “Planning to be the jewels' guard instead of their gas" he mused, grinning as they glided into the shadows.