Under the glow of mismatched fairy lights in a dimly lit basement, Molly spread out a crudely hand-drawn map of the local community center. Confetti stuck to the edges of the paper, remnants from an earlier, more innocent occasion. Bill shoved a chair aside, squinting at the plot. "Bold move, breaking into a birthday party," he muttered, tapping his finger on the spot marked 'Treasure Trove.' “Kid’s party, Bill,” Molly corrected, adjusting her stolen tiara. “And it's the perfect cover.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “You planning on showing up with a gift, or just the bag to nab ‘em?” Molly grinned, pulling a large, glittery sack from the pile. “Fancy stealing from pint-sized pirates?” “They’re gonna spot us a mile away. You still got that unicorn costume?” Molly nodded, her enthusiasm unshaken. “Nothing says ‘belong here’ like a magical creature.” Bill sighed. “Still feels wrong, robbing kids.” “Think of it as liberating excess sugar.” Bill smirked. “Alright. So, who’s distracting the tiny guards?” “Rock, paper, scissors?” Molly shrugged, already curling her fingers into a fist. Bill chuckled, accepting the challenge. “Hope they’ve got cake worth the trouble.” With a mischievous glint, Molly tossed the sack over her shoulder. “Only one way to find out.”