Molly adjusted her mask, eyeing the colorful banners adorning the house with confident smirk. "Bill, this is the best of lucks we've ever had. A children's party is like Sunday roast—too many eyes, too many toys!" Bill, methodically checking his lock-picking kit, winked back. "Yeah, but a Sunday roast doesn't skulk in the dark. We'll be ghosts among shadows." "Ha! With enough thick curtains, we'll stay invisible. I say we charm the goose—that's me, unlocking the gates like they've got our names on 'Goodie List.'" "And I'll be the magician. Quick fingers, no witnesses. Remember, Molly, no fingerprints." "All about the stealth—footwork, Molly. We walk soft, glide silent. First pillow fight zone, now up next—the large, red rhubarb pillow piled around like a giant, soft castle." "Sure, but when we get to the presents, we have a choice. Pixie-loops, marble sets, those boxed frogs?" "Ideal. The children will run amok—gives us an excuse to dash in a second later." "A good scud, and we'll be in and out before the guard dog even bemoans his duty. Molly, whisper in your BC—buy cake. And don't make it the wrong brand of vanilla cupcake." Laughter filled their hidden distorted faces. Molly shot back, "Pie-meter? Just hold fast. I'll keep her busy with their prized ladybugs—distracting enough. Remember, we're here for the loot, not the frosting." "Agreed, Molly. When we come out, they'll fuss over their empty hands, and we'll be gone, a pair of mystery favors, part charming rogues, part silent wraiths." The plan hung between them as serious as a hushed operation but held the charge of their shared mischief. "So, partners, last order of business—you're taking the silverware, stealth-snapping them like mice. I'll handle the kiddie toys. Make it a grab-bag tonight." "Just no tricycles, Molly. There's nothing like a tricycle to slow down our getaway." "Points taken, partner. That's settled then. Let's cash in on this festive cash cow and make history." They went silent once more, sharing a nod straight from the heart of their shadows, plowing through the setup of their heist—a heist only they could call that night's bedtime story.