Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house, balloons bobbing in the breeze. “You see those gifts? They’re practically begging to be taken!” Bill adjusted his mask. “Yeah, but don’t you think it’s a bit... unethical? I mean, they’re kids.” “Ethics?” Molly scoffed, “We’re thieves, Bill! Besides, it’s a birthday party! They’ll get more gifts next year!” Bill rubbed his chin. “True, but what about the parents? They’ll be right there!” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “Just wait until they’re distracted by the cake. That’s our window!” “Cake?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Is that part of the plan?” “Absolutely!” Molly grinned. “A well-placed distraction. I’ll throw a handful of confetti in the air, and while they’re all looking up, you grab the loot!” “Confetti? Are we like, five?” Bill chuckled. “Silly string would be better!” “Focus, Bill! You’re losing the plot here!” “Fine! So, what’s the exit strategy?” “Easy. We shimmy down the slide into the bushes. A classic.” “A slide?” Bill scratched his head. “You mean the kids’ slide? We’ll fit like...” “Like two crooks in a cake shop! Now let’s get rich!” Bill sighed. “This is going to end in tears, isn’t it?” “Only if we get caught!”