Molly leaned against the brick wall, peering through the window of the brightly decorated living room, where a dozen kids were bouncing in a sugar-fueled frenzy. "Bill, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this." Bill adjusted his black beanie and grinned. "What’s the matter? We’ve stolen diamonds, art, even a pirate’s parrot. This is easy-peasy, Molly!" "Easy-peasy? We’re stealing presents from children! They’re going to cry!" "Exactly! Less competition for the heist if they’re sobbing over their legos, right?" "I don’t know, man. That seems a bit psychopathic." He chuckled, pulling out his list. “Look at this: ‘Plan A: Stealth approach.’” “Right, because sneaking into a candy wonderland is totally stealthy.” “Okay, Plan B: Diversion. We distract with balloon animals!” “Who are we, clowns now?” “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” “Alright, but we need a backup plan. What if the parents find us?” “Leave that to me, I’ll just shout ‘Cops!’ and we’ll vanish like smoke, trust me.” “Very smooth criminal of you.” “We’re thieves, Molly! Smooth is our middle name!” “I thought it was ‘Bumbling.’” “Hey!” “Fine, let’s just focus on the heist, alright?” “Right. Step one: Get inside without being noticed.” “And how exactly do we plan on doing that? Disguises?” Bill rolled his eyes. “Disguises are for amateurs. We just need to ‘blend’ into the party.” “What, you want to dress up as kids?” “Not kids. We’ll be the ‘Beloved Uncle Bill’ and ‘Aunt Molly’ of the birthday child!” Molly shot him a skeptical look. “That’s your plan? Fake relative schtick?” “Better than breaking a window! I’ll charm the parents with dad jokes, you’ll bake cookies or something!” “Okay, let's not get carried away. My baking looks like it was made by a child in a flavors class.” “Then just whip up some ‘special’ brownies!” Molly groaned. “Real professional, Bill!” “Look, we need to keep it light. Children like snacks!” “True, but if a six-year-old finds out we’re robbing their party...” “We’ll come up with a plan during the plan. Like a backup plan, but cooler.” “Right, so we have ‘Plan C: Run Away.’ Classic.” “Exactly! But first—” “First, we need to re-enter, right?” “Naturally. Now we grab our ‘gifts’ and ‘head out.’” Molly crossed her arms, giving him a side-eye. “This feels wrong.” “It’s only wrong if we get caught!” “Does being ‘caught’ by a horde of sugar-rushed kids count?” “Only if they come armed with piñata bats!” “Are we seriously going to let a horde of kids ruin our heist?!” Bill beckoned with a grin. “Listen, all we have to do is keep it cool. Think of it as stealing from the rich!” “Rich kids?” “Exactly! See? You’re getting it.” Molly sighed, smirking now. “Fine! But, if I get caught, I’m blaming you!” “Fair enough! Let’s go win some presents!” “Right! And let’s hope they don’t have a security system powered by cupcakes!” “Cupcakes can’t bite. Let’s roll!” And with that, the duo crept toward their colorful target, hearts racing and sugar hoping.