"Bill, are we sure about this?" Molly tapped her foot impatiently, tactical chips at the ready on her fingers. Bill checked his watch. "The party starts in four hours, Molly. Spotless window of opportunity." "But at a kids' party? The parents outnumber the presents," she mused, tugging at her cap. "We're not taking candy canes, you got it?" Bill winked. "I've got a plan." Molly's grin hinted at the jest as she replied, "Distraction galore." "I'll commence the clown mime announce. The young ones will come salivating to the 'mysterious birthday face paint,'" said Bill, brandishing a worn-out paintbrush. "And I'll wrangle the fruitcake-filled jungle. The goose chase, Molly, the divine goose chase," she giggled, her eyes glittering. "Once we snag the loot, our code of honor demands we return them," Bill cautioned, but his heart anticipated their sneaky feat. "For midnight feasts and legendary tales," she concluded with a conspiratorial bow. Together, they gazed at their crafted blueprint, a scheme humming with humor and smuggled treasure ambition.