Molly crouched behind a bush, her eyes glued to the brightly lit house. “Bill, I still think this is a terrible idea.” Bill tiptoed beside her, adjusting his mask. “Terrible? No way. It’s genius. Just think of all those presents—Barbie dolls, skateboards, robotic dinosaurs. We’d be set for life.” Molly rolled her eyes. “You say that, but what if we get caught? The neighborhood kids are like little detectives. They spot everything.” Bill grinned. “That’s why I brought my secret weapon.” He pulled out a decoy teddy bear, proudly. “An extra—distracts the kids, confuses the parents, and buys us a few extra minutes.” Molly sighed. “You’re impossible. And what about the alarms? You know, the ones that go off if someone steps on the grass.” Bill held up a tiny black device. “Covered. It’s a noise-canceling gadget. Plus, I disabled the cameras earlier. We’re clear as a cloudless sky.” Molly hesitated. “You sure about that? What if someone sees us?” “Relax. I scoped this out for three weekends. No one’s home during the party, and the neighbors are away. We’ve got perfect timing.” She looked skeptically at the house. “And the front door?” Bill grinned mischievously. “Locked, but not for long. I’ve got a hairpin and a plan.” Molly crossed her arms. “You better not mess this up. I’m not about to end up in juvenile detention over a bunch of toys.” He chuckled. “Come on, Molly. Think of the stories we’ll tell. ‘How two legendary thieves pulled off the heist of the century—from a children’s party!’” She shook her head. “You’re deluded. Okay, so what’s the plan exactly?” Bill whispered, “First, I slip in through the back window—quick and quiet. You distract the party with some of your hilarious fake jokes—remember the rubber chicken routine?” Molly smirked. “Yeah, that never gets old. But that back window’s barely open—how do you plan to get in?” “Easy. I have a crowbar in my backpack. Just need a sec to leverage it open.” Molly looked around nervously. “And the presents?” “Exactly where they’re supposed to be—under the big treat table. We grab everything in a couple of quick passes. No mess, no fuss, no witnesses.” She nodded slowly. “All right. And what if someone catches you inside?” Bill scoffed. “Not gonna happen. I’ve got a fake mustache and sunglasses. Plus, I’ve practiced my inside voice—so I’ll be whispering the whole time. No loud noises.” Molly shook her head. “You’re impossible. Fine, but I’m only doing this because you promised me I can have one of the giant stuffed animals as my cut.” “Deal. You get the pink elephant. Now, ready?” He looked at her, eyes twinkling. “Time to become legends.” Molly took a deep breath. “Let’s do this. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for every minute of it.” Bill grinned. “Unbelievable. Come on, queen of the con—I’ll handle the baby steps.” She squared her shoulders, adjusting her gloves. “All right, let's go. But if I get caught, I’m blaming your obsession with robotic dinosaurs.” He laughed quietly. “No promises, Molly. No promises.” They slipped out of the shadows, moving stealthily toward the backyard, ready to stage the most ridiculous, daring heist the neighborhood had ever seen.