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!” “Yeah, but what if the parents—” “Parents? They’re probably too busy arguing over who brought the worst gift. Trust me, we’ll be in and out before anyone notices.” Bill scratched his head. “Okay, but what’s the plan?” “Simple. We go in, grab the presents, and leave. Easy peasy.” “Right, but what if they have a guard dog?” Molly smirked. “A guard dog? At a kids’ party? More like a guard poodle. We’ll just distract it with a squeaky toy.” “Brilliant! And if that doesn’t work?” “Then we’ll just pretend to be clowns. Everyone loves clowns!” “Except for the kids who are terrified of them.” “Minor detail! Now, are you in or out?” Bill sighed. “Fine, I’m in. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now let’s go steal some joy!”