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 trying to figure out how to assemble that giant inflatable unicorn!” Bill chuckled. “Okay, fair point. But what’s the plan?” Molly grinned. “Simple. We go in, grab the presents, and slip out before anyone notices.” “Right, but what if they have a guard dog?” “Please, it’s a kids’ party. The only guard they have is a piñata!” “Okay, but what if the kids see us?” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “Kids love magic! We’ll just tell them we’re part of the entertainment.” “Yeah, because nothing screams ‘entertainment’ like two masked thieves!” “Exactly! Now, are you in or out?” Bill sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’m in. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the unicorn.”