Molly peeked around a corner, clutching a rolled-up blueprint. “Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from kids’ parties seems wrong, even if it’s hilarious.” Bill grinned mischievously. “Come on, Molly. Think of the chaos—balloons popping, broccoli-shaped cupcakes abandoned, tiny hands clutching massive stuffed animals. We could be heroes... or villains. Depends how you look at it.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Heroes don’t rob birthday parties. We’d get caught by the cake police. And what about the parents? They’d call the cops—or worse, the ‘No Fun’ squad.” Bill chuckled. “That’s the fun part! Imagine the looks on their faces when they realize their gifts are gone. Besides, we’re just borrowing the presents. We’ll return them after the party—think of it as a temporary art installation.” Molly crossed her arms. “Temporary art? You’re terrible. Okay, tell me the plan again. How do we get past the giant inflatable obstacle course?” Bill pointed toward the backyard. “We sneak through the hedge maze, dodging the jumping castles, then scale the candy waterfall. Simple.” Molly hesitated, then smirked. “All right. But if we get caught, I blame you for the salad dressing ambush.”