Molly crouched behind the bushes, peeking at the brightly colored house across the street. Bill shuffled nervously beside her, holding a makeshift blueprint of the yard they'd drawn on the back of a pizza box. "So, remind me why we’re robbing a children’s party," Bill whispered, eyes darting at the balloon archway like it was a security camera. "Because, Bill," Molly said, grinning, "innocent children have the best loot. Presents. Wrapped. Untouched. Pristine." She jiggled the pizza box sketch. "Look at this plan. Simple." Bill frowned. "Simple? It looks like a finger painting by a kid who hates shapes." "Details, details. We sneak past the door, duck under the table, grab the gifts, and skedaddle." Molly’s voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "Easy." "I don’t know," Bill muttered, glancing over his shoulder as a pack of sugar-crazed kids zoomed past them. "Kids are small but fast. And that clown—I swear he has security clearance or something." Molly pulled a small flashlight from her pocket and flipped it on. "That clown’s a joke. Literally. He keeps tripping over his own oversized shoes." "Yeah, until he bops you with a balloon animal," Bill warned, squinting at the house. "Also, why are we robbing a party? Don’t we usually go for banks? Or art galleries?" "Too many cameras. Too many guards. Plus, I’ve got a thing for glittery wrapping paper." Molly tapped the pizza box. "And who wants boring jewel theft when you can have sugar rushes and tiny toy guns?" Bill sighed. "Alright, so what’s the exact route? I don’t want to be caught holding a gift bag full of SpongeBob pajamas." Molly traced a crooked path with her finger. "We enter through the side gate—that creaky one." She paused for dramatic effect. "Bill distracts the party by pretending to be hired entertainment." Bill choked on his breath. "Me? Entertainment? I can’t even juggle oranges." "That’s why you’re the ‘Great Billini’—master of illusion and occasional magician. You’ll dazzle them. Then I slip in through the kitchen, grab the loot, and back out." Bill groaned. "Last time you said ‘dazzle’ I ended up getting sprayed with whipped cream." Molly shrugged. "Hence the whipped cream proof vest." She peeled back her jacket to reveal what looked like a vest made from plastic bubble wrap. "Stylish," Bill said dryly. Suddenly, a tiny voice shouted, "Hey, look! It’s the ninja spies!" Molly and Bill turned to see a group of kids pointing at their hiding spot. "Abort mission!" Bill hissed. Molly smiled. "Too late. They already know. Time to improvise. Ready?" Bill nodded reluctantly. "Ready for what—running for our lives?" "Exactly." Molly stood up and waved cheerily. "Hi, kids! Want to see some magic?" Bill sighed and followed, muttering, "I swear, if I end up in a clown costume, I’m blaming you." Molly laughed. "Deal. But first, help me grab those presents." Bill glanced back at the house, the gleam of wrapped boxes visible through the window. "Alright, Great Billini, let’s make this the best heist ever... or at least the messiest." "Messy is fun," Molly said, skipping toward the gate. "And remember, glitter is our friend." Bill groaned again. "This is why I hate glitter." "Love you too, Bill."