"Okay, listen up, Bill. We've got the invite, and it's time to go over the plan once more," Molly whispered, her eyes glistening with excitement. "I'm all ears, partner. Remind me again, why are we targeting a bunch of kiddos?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because, my clueless friend, that's where the real loot is! It's a birthday bash for the mayor's kid. You know the kind—an extravagant affair with lavish gifts." "Ah, now I get it. So, what's the strategy?" "We wait till the party's in full swing. The kids will be hyped up on sugar, and the parents will be distracted. We slip in, dressed as party entertainers." Molly's voice buzzed with anticipation. "Entertainers? That's rich. And how do we justify walking out with the gifts?" "No one questions the party team, Bill! We gather the presents in our special 'magic' bag, perform a little show, and presto! We're gone before anyone notices." "I see, I see. But what about the little tykes? They'll notice the missing gifts eventually." "Bill, Bill, Bill. We leave them with a grand finale—a super bubble show and ice cream! By the time the spell wears off, we'll be long gone." "Bubble show, check! Ice cream, check! Now that's a plan even the birthday kid won't fuss over." Bill chuckled, envisioning their grand theft among colorful balloons and squealing children. They high-fived, their minds buzzing with excitement and the sheer absurdity of their caper. After all, how often do you rob a children's party?