"Hey Molly," Bill's voice resonated with an optimistic tint, as they crouched by the crack in the wall. "You sure about this plan to steal all the party presents? It's the deadline party for the kiddos. We might face some unexpected guests." Molly pondered the predicament, toothpick in mouth, rotating it around like a chew toy, and eventually chewed through the tip and continued, "Yeah, but if they caught us, the little dears would never understand. What's for stealing to them is just a fun scavenger hunt. Besides, they usually have leftover chocolates and treats waiting for us." Bill surveyed the setting, periodically touching the rug and walls in a casual stroll, scrutinizing for any signs of potential bumps or unattached buttons that could signify hidden sensors or security. "Hmm...but in case they have those high-quality OrangeMonday radar beacons, won't that make it a bit difficult?" Molly chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, Bill. OrangeMonday has been discontinued last year for their actual failure to detect us during the Christmas Eve heist. And no one is using those outdated gadgets, not even their owner, Mr. Blue. His heartache runs deeper. You know that." They both nodded with an understanding laugh, rewinding and reliving their past triumphs in the face of adversities. It was a true ode to their evolution as unstoppable heisters. Entering the party field, they found the scene hustling and bustling. The children, who were the presenting part of the crowd at this time, were ribbiting their laughter bouncing off the inflated colorful castles and trampolines that dotted the landscape. The seasoned party planners had personalized the experience with candy floss stands, cotton candy machines, popcorn makers scattered in an economically viable layout. The presents were scattered in a glistening stack near a playstation, seeming too large to be carried easily. Bill articulated, "We have no idea how they would handle this situation. Carting that haystack may be a riot, but we can't wait for the double-decker pink ice cream truck to show up in ten minutes." Molly gave a satisfied nod, crumpling the threads of plastic she had used to disguise her yeti. "Leave it to me. I'll use my mad balancing skills to break into the unattended bouncy castle next to the stack and create a tunnel for access. I'd be amused to see how a real-life tunnel slide can work, what with a sneaky heister like me at the helm." Their minds unshackled into plan mode, their eyes danced, gleeful and mischievous as they committed to their latest mountainous heist. After all, stealing the party was the epitome of their calling. As the party goers thronged around, Johny's jolly, horntelic voice from the playstation rose to a crescendo. With each stroke of his dreams to complete a triple somersault, the children's laughter echoed like chimes reverberating through the trees. Brighter stars than then he, the children whizzed around, knowing they were living their best moments. And Molly and Bill were there too, in their own hilarious way, preparing for their exhilarating heist. It was a beautiful world. This time around it revolved around laughter and a con.