Molly grinned, twirling a pencil in her fingers. “Bill, this is perfect. A kids' party, all those shiny presents — they won’t know what hit ’em.” Bill squinted at the map drawn on a napkin. “You sure about this, Molly? It’s risky. Kids are loud, slippery floors, and their parents watch like hawks.” She chuckled. “That’s what makes it fun. Besides, look at the setup — outside the backyard, slide plus bounce house. We slip in, grab the loot, slip out.” He crossed his arms skeptically. “And all the presents lined up inside? No alarms?” Molly waved her hand dismissively. “Please. It’s a kid’s party. Who’s gonna suspect two sneaky adults? And I’ve got a fake invitation. ‘Kid’s’ name, of course.” Bill looked nervous. “But what if we get caught? Maybe just a little peek — see what’s inside?” Molly rolled her eyes. “No time for peeks, Bill. We’re taking everything tonight. These kids can’t be happy with just cake and balloons — they need our gifts!” Bill nodded reluctantly. “Alright, let’s do it. But if I get caught—” “You’ll blame me,” Molly interrupted, grinning. “And I’ll tell them it was all your idea.”