Molly leaned against the wall of the dimly lit alley, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Okay, Bill, you ready for this? We’re about to pull off the greatest heist of our careers.” Bill adjusted his beanie, looking skeptical. “A children’s party? Really? You think we can just waltz in and grab the presents?” “Why not? Kids don’t even notice when their toys go missing. They’re too busy with cake and balloons!” Molly grinned, rubbing her hands together. “We’ll be in and out before they even realize it.” “Right, because nothing screams ‘professional thieves’ like stealing from kids,” Bill said, crossing his arms. “What’s the plan, then? Sneak in through the back?” “Exactly! We’ll use the service entrance. I scoped it out earlier. It’s just a flimsy door. I could kick it down with one foot!” Molly boasted. “Or we could just use the doorknob,” Bill suggested, raising an eyebrow. “You know, like normal people?” “Normal is boring, Bill! We’re thieves! We need flair!” Molly exclaimed, throwing her arms wide. “Imagine the headlines: ‘Daring Duo Steals from the Innocent!’” “More like ‘Two Idiots Get Caught by a Bunch of Five-Year-Olds,’” Bill retorted, shaking his head. “What’s next? You want to wear clown costumes?” “Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Molly mused, tapping her chin. “We could blend in with the entertainment. Distract them with balloon animals while we grab the loot!” “Right, because nothing says ‘trustworthy’ like a thief in a clown suit,” Bill said dryly. “What if they start asking for tricks? I can’t juggle!” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the tricks. You just focus on the presents,” Molly replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “We’ll grab the big ones first—the ones that look like they cost a fortune.” “Sure, because nothing screams ‘I’m a responsible adult’ like stealing from kids,” Bill sighed. “What if we get caught?” “Then we’ll just play it cool! ‘Oh, we’re just here to help with the party!’” Molly said, mimicking a cheerful voice. “Kids love adults who help!” “Yeah, until they realize we’re not handing out candy but swiping their toys,” Bill countered. “What’s the escape plan?” “Easy! We’ll stash the loot in the van parked around the corner. Then we’ll blend in with the partygoers,” Molly said, her enthusiasm unwavering. “We’ll be like ninjas!” “Ninjas who can’t juggle or do balloon animals,” Bill muttered. “This is going to end badly.” “Stop being such a downer! Think of the glory! The riches!” Molly exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. “We’ll be legends!” “Legends or not, I’m not getting caught by a bunch of parents,” Bill said, shaking his head. “They’re like hawks when it comes to their kids.” “Fine, we’ll be stealthy! Like shadows!” Molly insisted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We’ll slip in, grab the goods, and vanish before anyone notices.” “Okay, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you,” Bill said, rolling his eyes. “And I’m definitely not wearing a clown suit.” “Deal! Now let’s go steal some joy!” Molly said, her excitement palpable as she grabbed Bill’s arm and pulled him toward the party.