Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! It’s like a treasure trove of childhood dreams!” Bill adjusted his mask. “You sure this is a good idea? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if we get caught?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Caught? By who? The birthday boy? He’s busy with cake and balloons!” “Yeah, but what if the parents—” “Parents? They’re probably too busy arguing over who forgot the napkins!” She grinned. “We’ll be in and out before they even notice.” Bill scratched his head. “And what’s the plan again? Sneak in through the back?” “Exactly! While they’re singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ we’ll grab the loot. Easy peasy!” “Right, but what if they have a guard dog?” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “A guard dog? At a kids’ party? More like a guard poodle!” Bill chuckled. “Okay, but what if the poodle is fierce?” “Then we’ll just distract it with a squeaky toy! Now, are you in or out?” Bill sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’m in. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the poodle!” “Deal! Now let’s go steal some joy!”