Under the dim glow of a streetlamp, Molly crouched behind a bush, eyeing the brightly lit backyard. Bill adjusted his oversized hat nervously. “Are you sure about this, Molly? Stealing from a kids’ party? Sounds like a nightmare for Santa.” Molly grinned. “Come on, Bill. It’s the easiest money we’ll ever make. Look at those presents—giant, colorful, practically begging to be taken.” She pointed to a mountain of wrapped boxes piled near a clown-themed bounce house. Bill looked uneasy. “Yeah, but what if someone sees us? Or worse, the kids? Think of their faces when they wake up and find their gifts gone… You’re terrible.” “Exactly why I should do it. Who’s going to miss a bow and arrow set or a teddy bear? Kids grow out of things quickly. Plus, imagine the chaos when we clear out their loot—kids crying, parents freaking out. It’s perfect diversion.” He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, but we need a plan. We slip in, grab the goods, and slip out before anyone notices. No drawing attention, Molly. I don’t want to end up on one of those ‘most wanted’ posters.” She chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, Bill. We’re professionals.” With a mischievous sparkle, she crept closer to the prize, ready to execute the sweetest heist of their lives.