"Guess we've got to pull off the ultimate kid's paradise heist, Molly," Bill winked, running his fingers through his carefully styled hair. "Ready to be the Tooth Fairy, Bill? Plus the Santa Claus and Easter Bunny. We'll swoop into the party, each pick up a present, and slide back before the clowns find us," Molly schemed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "First on the list: the big box. With enough tech gadgets, we'll be living large for months. Have you seen those latest tablets, my friend?" "Oh, absolutely. Imagine the pictures we could transmit with those. 'Swipe DNA?' Bill laughed, scratching his head. "Entry's through a sleepover Willow or something. Let's swipe under the guise of a gift. I've practiced my impersonation; leafy green no one will suspect. My Dr. Seuss costume could double as a cloak." "Perfect! The junk drawer will be our feast. No creature left behind." Molly added, tapping her chin. "But how do you plan to carry all those presents without looking like a hoarder, Molly Maven?" She grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I'm thinking a pair of comfy sneakers, maybe Ralph Lauren? They won't stand out like your bulky boots." Bill chuckled, rolling the imaginary lock pick between his fingers. "Molly, if we pull this off, we'll be legendary. The Helper’s Heist Chronicles go on the next bestseller list." As they shook on it, neither imagining the party guests coming together as a wholesome family, or the local DJ who would carry on the party even without them, they continued to draw plans, marking them, erasing and redrawing. Their laughter, a siren call to chaos, didn't echo under the moonlit sky, but in the dimness of dark shadows, it promised the rush of a perfectly executed caper.