Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of a garden shed, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Just beyond the hedges, the shrieks of festive chaos spilled from the backyard. Croquet hoops lay abandoned, and balloons bobbed merrily along the fence. Bill, adjusting his ski mask to rest fashionably askew, whispered, "Hope you brought your best party face." Molly rolled her eyes, tucking a stray hair back into her baseball cap. "The mission's simple. Smile, swipe, and skedaddle." “Remember the cake distraction?” Molly nodded, jangling a key ring that wasn't hers. “I’m cake, you’re piñata. Don't mix it up this time.” Bill stifled a snort, his thoughts drifting to their last escapade involving an unfortunate tripping over a dog piñata. “Just stick to the plan, Molly.” “Right. Grab, giggle, go,” she said, grinning wildly. The moment was right. Molly left a deliberate smudge of icing on her nose, perfecting her disguise as an innocent party-goer. Bill shuffled beside her, muttering under his breath. “After you, Picasso,” he quipped, nodding towards the chaos. With a synchronized step, they infiltrated the giggles and streamers, seamlessly blending with the crowd. Each present was a small masterpiece waiting to be liberated into their comically oversized backpack. Victory danced before them like brightly colored wrapping paper.