The dim glow of the streetlamp cast long shadows over the quiet suburban cul-de-sac as Molly and Bill crouched behind a parked minivan, eyes fixed on the brightly lit house ahead. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and cheerful music blared faintly from inside, unmistakable in its shrill cheerfulness. Molly pulled out a battered notebook, flipping through the pages with exaggerated seriousness. "Okay, Bill. So, our mission is simple—steal all the presents before the birthday boy notices. Easy as cake." Bill grinned, adjusting his ski mask. "Cake sounds good. But yeah, I got the plan. We sneak in through the back door—looks unlocked." "Perfect. I'll keep watch here. You distract the parents." Molly nodded towards a cluster of balloon animals near the porch. "Just don’t get caught trying to pet the unicorn." Bill chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, who wouldn't want to pet a unicorn? Speaking of which, think I should bring a bag?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Sure, Bill. Because when you're stuffing unicorn plushies into a carry-on, that’s exactly what the airport wants to see." “Hey, I’ve seen worse customs checks. Now, once inside, we head straight to the PlayStation; the kid’s crying about it right now.” "Right, prioritize the gaming console. Got it." Molly glanced at her watch, tapping her finger on the glass. "We’ve got twenty minutes before the party hits maximum chaos. That’s plenty of time." Bill pushed himself to his feet. "Alright. I’m going in. Wish me luck. Or better yet, don’t wish me luck—you're the one who’d have to clean up if I get caught." Molly scowled. "You’re not getting caught, Bill. Remember, stealth is our middle name. Well, not literally. We’re not ninjas—but close enough." Bill held up a finger. "Hey, speaking of which, I’ve always wondered—do ninjas wear masks like us?" Molly snorted. "No, Bill. Ninjas wear black, stealthy, and they don’t carry glitter confetti like you do." He grinned. "Hey, it’s party confetti. Gives the element of surprise." "Yeah, surprise the parents with a glitter bomb," Molly muttered beneath her breath, then cleared her throat. "Focus, Bill. You’ve got the plan. Break in, grab the presents, and be quick. No heroics." "Relax, Molly. I’ve got this. I’ve watched enough heist movies. I know how to hide in laundry baskets, dodge lasers—wait, I mean, avoid breakable ornaments." She rolled her eyes again. "Bill, we’re not breaking into NASA. Just a house, a few boxes of toys and teddy bears." "Don’t underestimate teddy bears, Molly. Those things are watchful. They’ve seen everything." Molly shook her head, giggling. "Well, I’ll keep an eye out here. You’re the star of this operation. Just don’t mess it up." Bill tiptoed around to the back door, trying to look inconspicuous. His foot caught on a garden hose, sending him stumbling forward with a grunt. Molly burst into laughter. "Smooth move, Bill. Real stealthy." "Hey, I’m practicing. This is my audition for 'Stealth: The Next Generation.'" As he finally slipped into the backyard, Molly whispered to herself, "I hope that garden gnome doesn’t call the cops." A minute later, Bill reappeared, clutching a pillowcase filled with brightly colored boxes. He grinned triumphantly. "All secured. The kid’s gonna wake up to a surprise." Molly clapped her hands with mock excitement. "Great. Now, let’s skedaddle before they realize the unicorn plushie is missing." Bill nodded, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "Mission accomplished. Now, about that cake…" Molly smirked. "First, we disappear. Then, cake. Deal?" He held out a hand. "Deal." And together, they sprinted back down the driveway, silhouettes against the glowing windows, ready to escape with their loot—comedy and chaos destined to follow.