Molly peeked around the corner, eyes gleaming. “Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a kids’ party? This feels…wrong.” Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized mask. “Wrong? No. Brilliant? Absolutely. Look at all those presents. It’s like Christmas came early for us.” He paused, studying the scene through a pair of borrowed binoculars. “Plus, no one’s guarding the presents. It’s chaos—kids running around, balloons everywhere, sugary chaos. The perfect cover.” Molly crossed her arms. “And we’re just gonna waltz in and walk out with armfuls of toys? Seems a little too easy.” Bill chuckled. “That’s because it is. Look, I’ve got the plan down to a science. Step one: sneak in through the back alley, hide behind the kitchen tent while the parents do the snack thing. Step two: grab the big presents first—stuffed animals, puzzles, action figures—those are the easy pickings. Step three: blend in with the crowd while I snag the small stuff, like party favors and jewelry sets.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “Jewelry? Kids' jewelry?” Bill winked. “Sure. The little plastic rings and necklaces, I’ll trade you a glow stick for a princess tiara. Deal?” Molly shook her head, amused. “You’re terrible. But fine, what if someone spots us trying to sneak out? We’re not exactly wearing cloaks here.” Bill pointed dramatically at his mask. “That’s what the disguise is for. Plus, I got the perfect exit plan. When the punch bowl’s empty and the chaos hits peak, we’ll slip out back, backpacks full, like we’re just another crazy couple of party guests.” Molly sighed. “And what about the noise? Kids screaming, squealing, running everywhere. Someone’s bound to notice if we’re hauling out a mountain of presents.” Bill shrugged. “That’s why I brought the noise-canceling headphones. See?” He jingled them proudly. “If we can stay calm, no one will suspect a thing.” Molly looked skeptical. “And if someone catches us?” Bill grinned mischievously. “Then we improvise. Maybe do a silly dance—confuse them. Or pretend to be part of the entertainment: ‘We’re the party magicians!’ That should buy us a minute or two.” He paused, then added, “Plus, I’ve got a distraction plan. Watch this.” He pulled out a squeaky dinosaur toy from his pocket and squeaked it loudly, making Molly jump. “See? Distraction.” Molly rolled her eyes but smiled. “You really thought of everything, huh?” Bill winked. “That’s why I’m the brains of this operation. Now, here’s the real kicker—schedule-wise, we strike when the clown does his big balloon animal show. Everyone’s focused on the inflatable poodle, so we sneak past ‘em.” Molly hesitated. “Okay, but what if the clown’s really funny and uses the spotlight?” Bill chuckled. “Then we hide behind the snack table. Easy. Besides, how many kids actually pay attention to a clown? Not when there are cupcakes to eat and games to play.” Molly nodded slowly, a smile creeping up. “Alright, Mr. Mastermind, let’s do this. But if I get caught, you’re the one wearing the juvenile jail suit.” Bill grinned. “Deal. Remember: quick, sneaky, silent. And try not to trip over the decorations.” Molly looked at him with mock seriousness. “No promises.” Bill grabbed her hand. “Come on. The greatest heist of the year awaits.” And with that, they slipped silently toward the entrance, giggles bubbling up beneath their masks—ready to turn a children’s party into their own personal playground of chaos.