Molly ducked behind the colorful hedge, map in hand, while Bill peered through a set of toy binoculars he’d found in his nephew’s bedroom. “Okay, Bill, focus. We go in during the magic show. Everyone will be distracted,” Molly whispered, plotting their entry on the grid-lined paper. Bill squinted, aligning the plastic lenses. “Right, when the rabbit pops out, nobody will notice us popping in. Genius, Molly.” “Shh!” she hissed as a giggling group of kids ran past. “Next, we sneak into the backyard. You got the distraction?” Bill patted his pocket, where a handful of party poppers bulged. “Ready to pop.” “And I’ll grab the treasure. Meet at the clown statue?” “Why does it have to be the clown statue?” Bill grimaced. “Because, my dear partner in crime, clowns are the perfect cover. Everyone avoids them.” Bill chuckled. “You’re terrifyingly brilliant, you know that?” “Just following the plan, darling. Now, let’s go make some unhappy birthdays.” Nodding, they waited for the magician to pull the unsuspecting rabbit from his top hat, their cue to dash towards an adventure filled with wrapped surprises and unnoticed getaways.