Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! We could retire on that haul!” Bill adjusted his ski mask. “Retire? More like buy a lifetime supply of candy. What’s the plan?” Molly grinned. “Simple. We crash the party, blend in, and grab the loot while they’re busy with the piñata.” “Right, because nothing screams ‘thief’ like a party hat,” Bill said, rolling his eyes. “Hey, it’s all about the disguise! You’ll be the life of the party!” “Life of the party? I’m not wearing a clown wig!” “Fine, no clown wig. But you have to wear this!” She held up a giant inflatable sword. “An inflatable sword? What am I, a pirate?” “Exactly! A pirate at a kid’s party! They’ll love you!” Bill sighed. “And what about you?” “I’ll be the fairy godmother. Sparkles and all!” “Sparkles? You’re kidding, right?” “Trust me, Bill. It’s foolproof!” “Foolproof? More like ‘foolish’! What if they catch us?” Molly winked. “Then we’ll just charm them with our dazzling personalities!” “Right, because nothing says ‘thief’ like a dazzling personality.” “Exactly! Now, let’s go steal some joy!”