Molly crouched behind a pink inflatable unicorn, her eyes narrowing at the chaotic scene unraveling in the backyard. Streamers flapped in the breeze, and the sounds of squealing children filled the air. “Why did we decide to do this again?” Bill whispered, adjusting his patterned bandana. “It’s a birthday party. Kids are practically rabid for their gifts.” “Exactly!” Molly grinned, peeking through the gap of the unicorn’s leg. “They’ll be so focused on cake and games, they won’t even notice us sneaking away with their mountain of loot!” Bill shifted nervously. “Mountain of loot? More like a pile of glitter and stuffed animals. You know, this doesn’t feel right.” “Feelings don’t matter when there’s a piñata stuffed with premium chocolate just waiting for us!” Bill adjusted his sunglasses. “Yeah, but what if we get caught? You know those parents are like hawks. I swear I saw a dad with a whistle. They can call for backup.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Please, those dads are just trying to relive their glory days from high school football. They can’t catch us.” “Alright, but what’s the plan?” “Simple! Step one: create a distraction. Step two: swoop in for the haul. Step three: vanish like ninjas!” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Ninjas? Really?” “Yes! Ninjas!” Molly said, her excitement bubbling. “Just imagine it. You tackle the cake server while I grab the gifts. Boom! We’re ninjas!” “More like cupcake vandals,” Bill scoffed. “Fine! Figurative ninjas with a penchant for cake. Still counts.” Bill sighed, scratching his head. “So, what, you just want me to run towards the cake table? Is that the plan?” Molly turned serious, her face lit by a spark of mischief. “You’re my trusty sidekick. The distraction needs to be big. You can do big!” “Ah, yes, I’m a giant man who cannot blend in while wearing a Hawaiian shirt.” He gestured to his garish outfit. “This is the nature of my distraction?” “Exactly! Just charge at the cake with purpose. It’s got to be dramatic!” Molly said animatedly. “I’m envisioning gasps, the slow motion, frosting flying everywhere. The chaos will give me the chance to grab the gifts.” “You want a slow-mo cake charge? How do you even know what a cake charge feels like?” Molly shrugged. “Watch a heist movie! It’s part of the process. You distract, I snag the loot.” “Does a heist movie ever involve frosting critters? Have you been sizing up cupcakes as potential threats?” “It’s all part of the plan!” Bill sighed, but a smirk broke on his face. “Alright, I’ll be your frosting hero. Just promise me we’re not becoming the most infamous cake distressers in town.” “Deal. You’ve got this! Just act like a flamingo in a flock of seagulls.” “I didn’t know flamingos could be in a flock with seagulls,” Bill said, his face scrunching in confusion. “Exactly! And that’s what makes you perfect!” Molly nudged him playfully. “Now get ready for your debut as the greatest cake distraction artist this side of the playground!” With a final nod, Bill took a breath and charged toward the cake table, arms flailing dramatically. “Cake smash here I come!” Molly couldn’t help but laugh. “Ninja style, remember!”