“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the colorful balloons. “We sneak in during the cake cutting.” “Cake cutting? You mean the part where kids are covered in frosting?” Bill asked, wrinkling his nose. “Sounds messy.” “Focus! We grab the presents while they’re distracted. Easy peasy.” “Right, but what if a kid sees us? They’re like little hawks with sugar rushes.” “Then we just tell them we’re the ‘Present Police.’ Kids love authority figures!” “Present Police? That’s your big idea? What if they don’t buy it?” “Then we improvise! We could start singing a song about sharing.” “Sharing? At a heist? You’re losing it, Molly.” “Fine! We’ll just wear disguises. I’ve got a clown wig in the car.” “A clown wig? You want to look like a criminal and a birthday party gone wrong?” “Exactly! It’ll confuse them. They’ll think we’re part of the entertainment!” “Or they’ll scream and run away. I’m not sure which is worse.” “Look, Bill, we’re in this together. Are you in or out?” “Alright, I’m in. But if I end up with frosting in my hair, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go steal some joy!”