The cramped back room of the rundown diner smelled vaguely of spilled coffee and stale fries. Molly leaned over a condiment-stained table, maps and crumpled notes spread around like evidence of a mad scheme. Bill shuffled nervously, chewing on what looked like a suspiciously dry pretzel stick. “Okay, so let me get this straight,” Bill said, scratching his head. “We’re breaking into a children’s birthday party… to steal their presents?” Molly grinned, tapping a finger on the map. “Not just any children’s party, Bill. This one’s at the Pine Ridge Community Center. Three hours of chaos, balloons, and sugar highs—perfect cover for a quick grab.” Bill blinked, adjusting his battered cap. “You sure these kids got anything worth stealing? I mean, a lot of toys at these parties usually end up as regifted junk.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Ah, but this isn’t your average party, Bill. Word is, the birthday boy’s parents are loaded—CEO type. There will be fancy gadgets, gadgets disguised as toys, expensive crap only rich kids want.” “If you say so,” Bill muttered. “But the cleanup crew’s gonna be on edge. What if we get caught? I don’t fancy a lifetime sentence for swiping tea sets from toddlers.” “Relax,” Molly said, flicking her fingers like she was extinguishing Bill’s worries. “We’re in and out before anyone even notices. Think of it like a sugar rush—with a side of theft.” Bill’s eyes narrowed. “And what about the clown? I hate clowns, Molly. Suppose he notices us trying to swipe a drone shaped like a dragon?” Molly shrugged. “Clown’s on a break during the cake. That’s our window. And tea sets? Really, Bill? Those are for the vintage mafia scene, not a kid’s party.” Bill half-laughed. “Guess I’m just nervous.” “Good nervous,” Molly said. “Means you still have a brain. We’ll use disguises. You’re the balloon handler, I’m the magician.” She plucked a crooked wand from the table. “We blend in, charm the crowd, and when no one’s looking, we grab what we need.” Bill frowned. “And the parents? Won’t they notice their drone missing—or the new VR headset?” “We only take a few items. Keep it subtle.” She counted on her fingers dramatically. “One drone, one VR headset, two remote-controlled cars, and a whoopee cushion. Balance is key.” Bill’s mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. “Whoopee cushion?” Molly winked. “Keeps it lighthearted. Plus, it’s tradition.” He shook his head, pocketing the pretzel stick. “Alright, magician. What about the exit?” “Easy,” Molly said, tapping at the map again. “Back door leads to the parking lot. Sarah’s van will be waiting. Wolves won’t hear us screaming if we get spotted.” “You’ve really thought this through.” “Of course. I’m ruthless with parties.” Bill pushed back his chair. “Well, I suppose if anyone can get away with this crazy plan, it’s you.” Molly stood, picking up a half-melted candle from the table. “Stick with me, Balloon Boy. We’ll make history—or at least get some really expensive toys.” As they filed out, Bill muttered, “Next time, can we just rob a jewelry store?” Molly laughed, the sound mixing with the diner’s clatter. “Where’s the fun in that?”