Molly glanced nervously at the balloons bobbing in the breeze outside the brightly decorated house. "All these kids running around like little sugar-fueled tornadoes," she muttered, adjusting her black mask. "This is going to be chaos." Bill grinned, twirling a flashlight between his fingers. "Chaos is our friend. Nobody’s watching the presents when a clown’s juggling in the living room." Molly eyed the front door. "You sure about the timing? The cake cutting is in five minutes. Everyone’s gonna be distracted." “Exactly,” Bill said, his smile widening. "We grab the loot, be out before the sugar crashes hit." She hesitated. "What about the parents? I saw one of them doing a weird dance with a piñata." Bill laughed. "Distracted, Molly! Piñatas are like the smoke screens of children’s parties." Molly took a deep breath. "Okay, here’s the plan: you distract the piñata posse with your midnight flashlight showdown. I slip in, stuff the bags." Bill knelt down, pulling out a tiny party hat. "Should I wear this for extra stealth?" “Only if you want to look like a suspiciously festive burglar,” Molly said, smirking. “Alright, on three?” “One… two… three!” They burst through the door, a blur amidst balloons and laughter, ready to make off with the sweetest haul in history.