**Molly:** “So, do we have numbskulls in charge of this party again this year?” **Bill:** “You've heard the joke, Molly. They've asked the undertakers to host it. They think no one will notice if half the party's kids win ugly sweater repots and silence." **Molly:** (laughs) “We've got smarter steals this time. Besides the glitter and balloons, let's concentrate on the contents of these gift boxes." **Bill:** “Right. I've been tailing the butcher's son. Apparently, his kid’s birthday party earlier had the same theme, but he scored more props. It's all encrypted loot-list behind that electronic lock.” **Molly:** “Just like any other party, but with the added bonus of superhero merchandise. You remember last year, right? The one where they found the stolen unicorn horn down among used party hats?” **Bill:** “Yeah, the one where we saved the world instead of pilfering cookie boxes. But you know how it is, comic book collections are gold. People usually store them in lockers, even at parties." **Molly:** "How about this? While your own little Timmy classes are distracted, and Mildred the mother of the bride keeps her flashy hands full, you give me the keys to the storage room and I’ll unearth the treasure." **Bill:** “Master plan: Radio silence on our side with a phone booth ruse, and max drill chaos from wingmen as Tim’s homeroom teacher pulls a fire drill.” **Molly:** “While the clown's squeals orchestrate a perfect symphony, everyone heads out with mere balloons for their 'return home' garnish. This'll be our most fascinating heist yet." **Bill:** “Handling the extra crowds, I bet the delivery boy's bike will be dancing rings around his feet.” **Molly:** “Got it. I'll need a thunderstorm backup, just for those reflex locks. Planning to glide in like invisible ghosts, just fatal garden-variety acrobats." **Bill:** “We also need a few fancier handcuffs. This time, it's not just cops we'll be locking away. Let's leave a calling card that says, 'Happy Teengotstays'." **Molly:** “Oh, please. A calling card that blends in with the piñata smash bunting? Don’t let my grandma critique it." **Bill:** “Naming names on Easter Egg finds?” **Molly:** “Seriously!" The pair shared a sardonic smile, one that promised a heart-racing day for a bluntly adult crowd of innocent children. The thought of using balloon animals and piñata straws to masquerade their escape was grotesquely hilarious. **Bill:** "Looks like we have all theater, choreographer. Capo insane angle?" **Molly:** “Capra's pretty hard to beat, hon. By the time we slide out, it'll look like Magi-planet.' (Two thieves brainstorm with a volley of laughter, charting out a day full of unlikely theatrical antics—a heist like none other.)