Molly glanced around the dimly lit back alley, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, Bill, have you figured out how we’re gonna pull this off?” Bill scratched his head, looking a bit overwhelmed. “I mean, we just walk in and grab the loot, right? How hard can it be?” “Right, just… waltz in among a bunch of hyperactive kids and their parents? Brilliant plan!” Molly rolled her eyes. “We need a distraction.” “Like what, a clown?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “You think they’d buy that? ‘Hey kids, look! A clown while we steal your toys!’” “Okay, maybe not a clown,” Molly sighed. “How about… a petting zoo?” “A petting zoo? You’re joking.” “I’m not! Kids love animals and it’ll get all their attention. We time it just right—swoop in, grab the gifts, and swoop out.” “But how do we get a petting zoo?” Molly smirked. “I might have a contact who knows a guy… who knows a goat.” “A goat? You want to distract a bunch of kids with a goat?” Bill looked dubious. “Think about it! They’ll be laughing and feeding that thing while we snag the goods.” “Alright, goat it is. What’s next?” “Next, we need to map out the layout of the party. You know, the important stuff: exit routes, the snack table—” Bill grinned. “The snack table? You’re all about snacks, aren’t you?” “Snacks are crucial for energy! Anyway, I was thinking…” Molly jotted something down on a napkin she found. “Party tent here, the presents right next to the piñata—” “The piñata?” Bill interrupted. “That’s just trouble waiting to happen.” “True, but look! If we can shatter it right before we leave—chaos! Kids will be screaming for candy, they’ll never notice us.” “Perfect. Steal the gifts and start a candy riot. Love it! What’s going to happen when we actually grab the presents, though? You know, the ‘divide and conquer’ bit?” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “Simple. We load up the loot into my van. It’s inconspicuous enough, especially with a goat in tow.” “A van with a goat. Sign me up, partner!” Molly shot him a deadpan look. “You’re kidding, right?” “No, no, I’m completely serious. A goat could do wonders for our getaway!” Molly chuckled. “The heist of the century, and the getaway vehicle is a goat. Love it! How do we climb over the fence?” “Well, I could use my gymnastic skills,” Bill offered, puffing out his chest. “Your ‘gymnastic skills’?” Molly arched an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, you tripped over a garden gnome trying to impress the neighbor’s cat.” “That was just one time! One!” Bill protested. “I’ve improved since then.” “Sure, sure. Maybe you should practice your backflips on the way there.” “Are you saying we’re going on foot?” “No, you’ll manage the goat while I drive.” Bill paused. “Alright, that sounds... efficient, I guess? So, we’re all set then.” “Yep! We have our plan, our distraction, and now all we need is a goat with a penchant for mayhem! What could possibly go wrong?” “Well, everything, really. But if we score big, we’ll be the Robin Hoods of birthday parties!” Molly laughed. “More like the Robin Hoods of chaos!”