Molly stood beside the inflatable castle, her eyes scanning the colorful chaos of balloons and giggling children. “You sure this is a good idea, Bill?” Bill adjusted his ski mask, glancing at the cotton candy machine spewing out its sugary clouds. “What’s not to love? Toy drones, video games, glitter bombs. It’s a treasure trove!” “Right, but it's a kid's party. You think they’ll just let us waltz in?” “Simple! We’ll blend in. Look!” He grabbed a party hat from a nearby table, plopping it on his head. “Instant kid!” Molly rolled her eyes. “A thirty-five-year-old man in a party hat? You’ll fit right in!” Bill puffed out his chest. “Confidence, dear thief. It's all about confidence.” Molly folded her arms. “And when the parents catch us?” “We improvise! Can you make balloon animals?” “Bill, I can barely make toast without burning it. You’re kidding, right?” “Okay, Plan B: We borrow a kid.” He paused, reconsidering. “Actually, that could get messy. How about we just grab the loot and run?” Molly smirked, giving him a nudge. “Delightfully vague, as always.” “Just trust me! We’ll be in and out before they even notice.” “Fine, but next time, we're robbing an adult party.”