Molly leaned against the wall of the dimly lit alley, her eyes darting to the brightly colored balloons bobbing in the breeze. “You sure about this, Bill? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if they catch us?” Bill adjusted his black beanie, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Come on, Molly! Think of the loot! Those kids have more toys than they know what to do with. We’ll be rolling in it!” “Rolling in it? Or rolling in trouble? I can already see the headlines: ‘Thieves Steal from Children, Crying Ensues.’” “Pfft! Headlines schmedlines. We’ll be long gone before anyone notices. Besides, it’s not like we’re stealing from the kids directly. We’re just… redistributing wealth.” “Redistributing? Is that what we’re calling it now? Sounds like something a politician would say.” “Exactly! We’re like Robin Hood, but with a better wardrobe.” He gestured to his all-black outfit. “Very stealthy.” “Stealthy? You’re wearing a beanie, Bill. You look like a cartoon villain.” “Hey! This beanie is a classic! It’s part of the look. Now, let’s focus. What’s the plan?” Molly sighed, crossing her arms. “Okay, fine. What’s the first step?” “First, we need to get inside. I saw a side entrance when we scoped the place out. It’s just a flimsy gate. We can slip right through.” “Flimsy gate? You mean the one with the ‘No Trespassing’ sign? That’s not exactly subtle, Bill.” “Subtlety is overrated! We’re thieves, not ninjas. Besides, who’s going to notice? It’s a kids’ party! They’re all busy with cake and clowns.” “Clowns? You didn’t mention clowns! I hate clowns!” “Relax! We’ll just avoid them. Now, once we’re in, we grab the presents and make a clean getaway.” “Right, because it’s that simple. Just waltz in, grab the gifts, and skip out like we’re at a bakery.” “Exactly! And if anyone asks, we’ll just say we’re the ‘present delivery service.’” “Delivery service? You think they’ll buy that?” “Of course! Just put on a smile and act like you belong. Kids love presents. They won’t even question us.” “Or they’ll scream and alert their parents. You know how kids are.” “True, but we’ll be quick! In and out, like a flash! We’ll be legends!” “Legends? More like the laughingstock of the criminal world. ‘Remember that time Bill and Molly tried to rob a birthday party?’” “Hey, it’s all about the story! And think of the toys! We could get that remote-controlled dinosaur you wanted!” “Okay, you had me at dinosaur. But what if we get caught?” “Then we’ll just say we were undercover agents sent to investigate the suspicious amount of cake.” “Undercover agents? You really think that’ll work?” “Absolutely! Who would suspect a couple of agents at a kids’ party? We’ll blend right in!” “Blend in? With your beanie and my… well, me? We’ll stick out like sore thumbs!” “Fine! We’ll wear party hats! Happy now?” “Party hats? You’re serious?” “Dead serious! Now, are you in or out?” Molly took a deep breath, eyeing the party. “Alright, let’s do this. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go steal some joy!”