Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, we're hitting the Carlson kid’s birthday party this weekend. Think of all the loot." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean the one with the bouncy castle and clowns?" "Exactly! It'll be a piece of cake. We’ll blend in, grab the presents, and vanish without a trace." "But what about security?" "Please, it’s a kids' party. The worst they have is a hired dad on camera duty. Look, I already came up with a plan. We go in dressed as moonwalk operators. Everyone will assume we belong." Bill chuckled. "Molly, you never cease to amaze me. But what if we get caught?" She shrugged. "We’ll say we got lost and thought it was a charity event. Besides, it’s not like we’re stealing grandma’s jewels. Just some toys and games." Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let's do it." "Perfect. Meet me at the party at three. Don’t forget your disguise." "Wouldn’t dream of it." Bill stood up, giving her a wink. "To the greatest heist of the century—or at least the neighborhood." Molly chuckled. "Here’s to toys and glory."