Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! It’s like a treasure trove of childhood dreams!” Bill adjusted his mask. “You sure this is a good idea? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if they catch us?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Catch us? They’re too busy with cake and clowns! We’ll be in and out before they even notice.” “Right, but what if a clown sees us? Those guys are unpredictable!” “Bill, focus! We’re not stealing from the kids. We’re liberating the gifts! Think of it as… gift redistribution.” “Redistribution? Sounds like a fancy way to say ‘theft’ to me.” “Details, details! Just think of the loot! There’s a giant teddy bear, a remote-controlled car, and—” “Okay, okay! But what’s the plan?” “Simple. We sneak in through the back, grab the presents, and slip out. Easy peasy!” “Easy peasy? You make it sound like we’re just picking up groceries!” “Exactly! Just think of it as a shopping spree… with a little more adrenaline.” “Adrenaline? More like a heart attack waiting to happen!” “Come on, Bill! Are you in or out?” “Fine! But if I see a clown, I’m out!”