Molly leaned in close, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, Bill, here’s the plan. We invade the kids’ party, grab every present, and vanish before anyone notices. Simple as that.” Bill nodded eagerly. “I like it. No kids, no guards, just loot and run. But how do we get in? The place is packed with little monsters and their parents?” Molly tapped her chin. “We sneak in through the kitchen window. It’s usually unlocked during parties. I scouted it yesterday—easy access.” Bill huffed, rubbing his hands together. “Kitchen window it is. And then?” “Then we head straight for the gift tables. No funny business, just grab everything that’s shiny and in a box,” Molly said confidently. “Shiny and in a box,” Bill repeated, grinning. “Sounds easy enough. But what about the kids? Won’t they notice us hauling off their giant toy trucks and princess tiaras?” Molly smirked. “Kids are too busy eating cake and running around. We strike when they’re distracted, like during that fragile moment when they’re all fighting over a piñata or busy with face painting.” Bill chuckled. “Face painting. Classic. Okay, and after we load up?” “We scoot out the same way we came in, through the kitchen window,” Molly answered. “We’ll be in and out faster than a kid can say ‘cookie.’” Bill raised an eyebrow. “And what if the parents get suspicious? You know how overprotective they can be.” Molly waved a hand dismissively. “They’ll be too busy watching the cake smash contest or trying to keep their children from drowning in the bounce house. We’ll be ghosts.” Bill leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. “What about security cameras? This day and age, everything’s got cameras.” Molly grinned. “That's the beauty of it. I brought a pair of sunglasses—disguises. No one will recognize us.” Bill looked impressed. “Disguises, huh? Smart thinking. But what if security does spot us?” “Easy. We blend in with the crowd,” Molly said, mimicking a cheerful voice. “‘Oh, what a lovely party! Would you like some punch?’” Bill snorted. “You’re terrible. They’d see right through that.” “Exactly why I brought this,” Molly pulled out a silly party hat and a bow tie. “Instant disguise. You wear the hat, I’ll wear the tie. They won’t suspect a thing.” Bill laughed. “Alright, partner. So, kitchen window, grab shiny stuff, blend in, and dash out. Got it.” “Got it,” Molly confirmed. “And remember, if anything goes wrong, just blame it on the cake. Always blame the cake.” Bill shook his head, grinning. “You and your crazy plans. This is going to be fun.” Molly clapped her hands. “Let’s do a quick run-through. I’ll go over the route again, and we’ll Uber to the back of the house. No mistakes this time, or the chaos will be epic.” Bill shrugged. “No worries. I’ve got the confidence of a guy who’s stolen from a candy store—twice.” Molly rolled her eyes. “That’s the spirit. Now, quiet, I hear the music starting. Time to become invisible.” Bill adjusted his bow tie. “Invisible, huh? You sure you’re not secretly a superhero?” Molly winked. “If I were, I’d save the world one stolen present at a time.” They both laughed quietly as they started their plan, blending into the festive chaos outside the house.