Molly shifted the oversized lollipop to her other hand, adjusting her party hat with a conspiratorial grin. "Bill, you're sure the coast is clear?" Bill, dressed as a balloon animal artist, peeked around the corner. "As clear as a freshly wiped window. Remember, Molly, we’re ninjas in tutus—half ballet, half black ops." Molly snorted. "Ninjas in tutus? You’ve been watching too much anime." "Hey, inspiration comes from anywhere. Now, once we're inside, we’ve got fifteen minutes before the magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat—literally." "Piece of cake. Or should I say, piece of piñata? The real question is, how are we gonna smuggle out a mountain of presents?" Bill pulled a large sheet from his bag. "Ta-da! Behold, the picnic blanket of infinite capacity. We scoop, we cover, we waddle." "You mean 'scoop, cover, escape,' right?" Molly adjusted her fake glasses, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Tomayto, tomahto. Just don't trip over any stray crayons, okay?" Molly nodded, slipping a hand into her glittery fanny pack. "Got the lockpicks. Let’s make these kids cry—in a good way, of course." Bill winked. "Criminals with a conscience. That's us." He nudged open the door with his elbow. "After you, my dear." They tiptoed into the chaos of giggles and cake crumbs, their eyes gleaming with mischief and the thrill of the heist.