The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the suburban neighborhood. Molly crouched behind a bush, eyeing the brightly decorated backyard where the children's party was in full swing. She clutched a crumpled blueprint of the house, which looked more like a treasure map of chaos than anything precise. Bill tiptoed beside her, trying to suppress a grin. "Are we really about to do this? It’s like stealing from Santa’s workshop," Bill whispered, eyes darting toward the crowd of giggling kids and bouncing balloons. "Exactly," Molly whispered back, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Santa’s got enough toys. We need the loot." Bill leaned in, scrutinizing the fence. "The fence looks tall. Think we can scale it without setting off the party's mascot, the inflatable dinosaur? That thing looks ferocious." Molly snorted. "The dino’s more bark than bite. Anyway, the plan’s simple. We sneak in, grab the presents, and bolt out. Easy peasy." Bill adjusted his baseball cap, which had a suspiciously bright orange feather stuck in it. "And where exactly are the presents? I see a pile of gift bags, but no sign of the 'big haul.'" "Right under their noses," Molly said, pointing. "The main table. I saw the host put all the presents there, right next to the snack stand. Typical hiding spot." Bill looked nervously at a group of children swarming a clown who was juggling rubber chickens. "How do we keep from getting caught? The kids are like little ninja detectives." "We’re professionals," Molly said confidently. "Besides, I brought my secret weapon." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a gigantic, glittery lollipop. "Distraction." Bill blinked. "Really? A lollipop?" "Yeah," Molly grinned. "Kids love sugar. While they’re mesmerized by this, we slip in, snatch the presents, then vanish faster than you can say 'surprise!'" Bill peered around, suddenly nervous. "What if the parents get suspicious? They’re kinda watchful, you know." "Relax," Molly said. "I heard Aunt Susan over there saying she forgot her hearing aid in the car. Which means she’s probably tuning out everything." Bill chuckled nervously. "What about the inflatable dino? Won’t it go 'roar' or something if it detects movement?" "That’s exactly why I rigged a little... distraction," Molly whispered, rummaging through her backpack and pulling out a remote-controlled dinosaur. "Meet Dino Jr. He’s programmed to make a big noise at the slightest movement." Bill’s eyes widened. "No way. So if anyone spots Dino Jr., they’ll be chasing around a robotic T-Rex while we grab the presents?" "Exactly," Molly said with a sly smile. "It’s all about timing. First, I distract the kids with the shiny thing, then you sneak in and get the loot. When Dino Jr. blares, we split." Bill hesitated. "Okay, but what if they catch us? What's the getaway plan? I didn't bring any rocket skis." "Don’t worry," Molly said, patting her backpack. "I have an exit route. My uncle’s got a jet ski stored behind the bakery—discreet, fast, and perfect for our escape." Bill looked alarmed. "A jet ski? Is that necessary? This seems... elaborate." "It’s comedy-level heist, Bill," Molly grinned. "Think of it like a parody movie—over-the-top, absurd, hilarious. That’s what makes it fun." He shook his head in disbelief. "You’ve got a whole plan for this?" "Of course. We’re team heist. Now, ready for operation 'Gift Grab'?" Bill took a deep breath and grinned. "As ready as I’ll ever be. Just remember, if this goes wrong, I blame the inflatable dino." Molly giggled. "Deal. Now, stay alert, stay quiet, and watch Dino Jr. do his thing." With that, Molly pressed a button on her remote. The inflatable dinosaur suddenly lurched to life, causing the nearby children to squeal with delight. Molly darted out from behind the bush, lollipop shimmering like a beacon, while Bill nervously checked his watch for the perfect moment. It was about to get a little chaotic, just the way they liked it.