"You sure about this, Bill?" Molly tugged at the itchy tights under her sparkly tutu. Bill adjusted his oversized, glittery unicorn horn. "Molly, we've talked about this. A hundred twelve-year-olds are distracted by a clown throwing spaghetti." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Prime opportunity." "Yeah, but a clown throwing spaghetti. That's like…peak weird, even for a kids' party." "Exactly! Will they notice a couple of extra goblins sneaking around, snatching presents?" Molly sighed. "I don't know, Bill. This feels wrong. Stealing from kids? It goes against my strong moral code… the one I created in kindergarten after Mrs. Patterson made me share my glitter glue." "Relax, they'll get more presents. Their parents are loaded. Besides," Bill pointed to a large banner proclaiming 'Billy's Birthday Bash!', "look at the name. It's Billy, Molly. Practically begging for us to liberate his loot." "Liberate?" "Yeah, redistribute the wealth. Think of it like, uh…" Bill tapped his temple. "Robin Hood, but with less feathers and more glitter." Molly narrowed her eyes. "There is a distinct lack of feathers in this operation, Bill. And where are these liberated presents going anyway?" Bill grinned. "Oh, you know, charity. For adults who appreciate the finer things, like vintage comic books and those weird porcelain cat figurines your aunt Mildred collects." "My aunt Mildred collects those because she thinks they ward off evil spirits!" Molly squeaked. Bill snorted. "Exactly! Safety first, Molly. These cats need a good home." "Fine," Molly conceded, glancing around the bustling party. "But I'm not wearing this stupid horn all night. It's poking my eyeball." "Geez, such a downer. Look, I bought us juice boxes with straws. Doesn't that make it all better?" Molly gave him a withering look. "Honestly, Bill, sometimes I think you believe your own lies." "Lies? Lies are Rothko paintings, Molly. Dull, expensive, and nobody gets them. This, my friend, is performance art. We're creating memories. Sentient, glittery memories." "Memories of a clown flinging spaghetti and two goblins stealing birthday presents. Sounds delightful.” Bill gave her a knowing wink. "Just wait till you hear about the glitter bomb finale."