Molly grinned as she examined the blueprint of the party area. “Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing all those gifts from a bunch of kids?” Bill chuckled, adjusting his mask. “Absolutely. I mean, come on, Molly. Who’s going to miss a few toys? Besides, it’s practically begging for a heist.” She raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s that easy? Kids can be... unpredictable. What if we run into a bouncy castle full of them?” Bill nodded. “That’s why we need a plan. First, we sneak in through the back door when Mrs. Jenkins steps out for her coffee break.” “Work smarter, not harder. Got it,” Molly said, tapping her foot. “And then, we grab the biggest, shiniest gifts first. Those stuffed animals look plush. Kid-proof, right?” She scoffed. “They’re children-proof, not thief-proof. Anyway, how do we get out without setting off every alarm in the neighborhood?” Bill grinned. “Simple. We hide behind the giant birthday cake—no one looks for stolen presents behind a cake, Molly. It’s perfect!” She sighed dramatically. “Just promise me one thing. Next time, we pick a heist without the cartoon character balloons.” He winked. “No promises. That’s part of the fun.”