Molly crouched behind a row of bushes, peering up at the brightly decorated house. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a kids' party feels… wrong." Bill grinned mischievously, twirling a plastic horn in his fingers. "Come on, Molly. These presents are practically begging to be liberated. Plus, look at the loot inside—teddy bears, dolls, action figures. We're talking treasure chests for adults." She rolled her eyes. "Treasure chests? We're not pirates, Bill. We're thieves." He chuckled. "Pirates, thieves—same difference. The point is, tonight's our night to make history—or at least my wallet thicker." Molly nodded, holding up a small backpack. "Okay, but what’s the plan? How do we get in without getting caught?" Bill pointed to a loose window on the side of the house. "That window's unlocked. I checked earlier. We slip in during the 'pin the tail on the donkey' game." Molly hesitated. "What if the kids see us?" He winked. "Then we charm them with our funny faces and quick escape. Besides, what's a heist without a little adventure?" She sighed, gripping her flashlight. "Alright, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you for suggesting this in the first place." He grinned wider. "Deal. Let’s make some mischievous magic happen."