Molly and Bill sat at the kitchen table with maps of the neighborhood spread out before them. They had their eyes set on the candy-filled presents at the children's birthday party down the street. Molly flipped through a photo album, finding pictures of the little ones. "Mona is going to love a present from her favorite jester," Molly giggled as she showed Bill a picture of a toddler. "She won't even mind we're ripping her usual presents open." Bill raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You're going to trick her, are you? 'Oops, we spilled the jester on the floor, kiddo. Here's that Batman figurine you watching on YouTube.'" Molly laughed. "What harm does it do? We're all about fun and games here at Molly's Heist Team." "And I thought I was the one taking risk assessments for this nonsense," Bill growled, flipping the pictures back around. Molly handed Bill a map of the house, highlighting the guest room, her specialty. "I've got the layout," she said, "and now we just need backup from some of the crew. Preferably the stealthy ones. Anyone willing to retrieve the toys under the guise of 'play time'." "I always feel for the children," Bill remarked. "You'd think every performance at a party could include stealth and heists as a few possible outcomes." Molly grinned, twirling a lock of her curls. "Perhaps, but we must focus here. No need to scare the cute little ones further. Snoop around the room while they're distracted by guests with bags of candy. A child minder should be preoccupied even during a child's party." "Molly, is.... " Bill started, but stopped mid-sentence. He had the map out, discussing side plans. "What if the minder somehow gets hold of us too furtively?" Molly smiled, simply arching an eyebrow in response. "Bill, let's not overthink this. One furthermore skill we have is escaping attention when it should be entirely on who lit all those balloons at once." Quickly, she scribbled a note to the team detailing the plan, which concluded with, "Remember, the bigger your sneeze, the shorter the distance you have to run." Bill snorted as he read it. "I should've known the toy robbery would be filled with punny hints." "Hey!" Molly laughed, standing up and setting the note aside on the table. "I was only curious if you avoided every Slytherin pun mentioned in the Harry Potter fandom." Bill returned Molly's laughter in a long chuckle. "I appreciate you finding the humor in this, more than you know," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "But, seriously, let's finalize the details. We need that loot for the next job, you know." Molly nodded, returning to her maps and notes. Bill's assurance gave her the confidence she needed to dive back into the operation one last time. They spent the night finalizing the strategy and ensuring they had everything they'd need, from costumes to distraction devices. The following morning, as the chaos of the party unfolded, Molly and Bill appeared, hugged by their predecessors, hiding their plan until the time was right. With the covers apparent and the loot revealed as the real target, they made a daring midnight exit, presenting their special "gift" to the universe, friend to friend. It was another day, another successful heist, and another lesson learned in the art of thievery with a sprinkle of wit.