"Molly, focus! We're not here to relive our childhood; we're here to repossess it," Bill whispered, peering through the hedges at the flurry of colorful activity. "Right, right. It's just... balloons, clowns, and those tiny dainty cupcakes. It's like a heist within a hallucination," Molly replied, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Cupcakes later. Presents now," Bill insisted, scanning the garden. "We hit during the magic show. That's when they're all distracted." Molly snickered. "Magic show? You mean the part where the 'amazing' Presto vanishes in a puff of smoke but leaves behind a top hat full of rabbit pellets?" "Exactly. While Presto's doing his vanishing act, we make the presents disappear. For real." "And how do we lug all those toys past the parents without looking like we're smuggling out the spoils of victory?" Molly asked, eyebrow arched. "Simple. We don't. We stash them in the rose bushes. Retrieve them after the party," Bill explained, pointing to a thick cluster of greenery. Molly smirked. "Ah, the old 'hide and seek' maneuver. Classic. But what if some snot-nosed kid finds them first?" Bill rolled his eyes. "They won't. We'll be in and out before you can say 'Abracadabra, alakazam!'" "Alright, but if we get caught, I'm blaming it on you. I'm not spending my golden years playing cards in the big house," Molly said, adjusting her black beanie. "Deal. But we won't get caught. We're like... the Santa and Mrs. Claus of reverse Christmas," Bill chuckled. Molly grinned. "Just with less ho-ho-ho and more go-go-go." "Exactly. Ready to sleigh this heist?" "Born ready, partner. Let's make this a birthday to dismember," Molly said, rubbing her hands together. "You mean 'remember,'" Bill corrected. "No, Bill. I mean 'dismember.' No one forgets the day the presents walked away," Molly winked, and they both suppressed a laugh, waiting for their cue to strike.