Molly squatted behind a bush, peering over the fence. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a bunch of five-year-olds feels... wrong." Bill adjusted his mask, smirking. "Come on, Molly. It’s practically the easiest score of our lives. Look at all those presents. Jackpot!" She rolled her eyes. "We’re not exactly Robin Hood, you know. Those toys are probably more expensive than my rent." He chuckled. "That’s what makes it fun. Besides, I hear the birthday kid's got a unicorn plush worth fifty bucks. We can’t pass that up." Molly sighed dramatically. "And what if we get caught? We’ll have a lifetime ban from all future kid parties." Bill grinned. "Or a lifetime supply of glitter in our hair. Plus, who’s gonna tell? The parents are too busy debating whether the clown is creepy or adorable." She looked hesitant. "Okay, but let’s be quick and sneaky." Bill tiptoed. "Quiet as mice. Quick as lightning. And totally invisible—like ghosts!" Molly hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But if we end up on the news, I’m blaming you when I get grounded." He winked. "Deal. Now, let’s make this the best heist the kindergarten has ever seen."