Molly bit her lower lip, as she carefully scrutinized the room filled with little and big celebrators, savoring the colorful balloons attached to the ceiling. Her eyes sparkled at the deliciously festive atmosphere as the party was nearly at the end. Suddenly, loud laughter erupted from the cake cutting area. The kiddos screamed in excitement as they greedily devoured the generous dessert with dangling chocolate and shiny candles provided by each of their own personal wishes. Among the chaos, Bill chucked a glance her way, only to find her gaze intensely feasting on the presents scattered about, a gleam in those shared cunning eyes as they surreptitiously began planning the heist. An innocent youngster clumsily dropped a toy car, allowing Bill to cunningly maneuver himself, "Hey, buddy, that looks like fun. Can you show me how to play?" The little child, smiling, gladly took Bill's hand and guided his eager hand to push the car ahead. Molly stood there, her lip again struggling to maintain an ironic smile, as she watched her partner's deceptive play. The remaining tasks stretched before them, but it was a mere balancing act that required careful execution. A daring venture with a forbidden taste was yet to be taken, but their reward would be glorious once the present-dens populated grounds became theirs. The goal was near, and their plot was gradually getting sweeter with every meticulous step.