Molly peeked around the corner, clutching a map covered in doodles. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from kids might be a low blow." Bill grinned. "Come on, Molly. Think of the loot! Plus, those party hats? Transparent, but adorable. We’re taking everything!" She rolled her eyes. "Hardly the point. What's the plan?" "Bright and early, we slip in through the back door," Bill whispered. "The coast guard is distracted by balloon animals." Molly crossed her arms. "Balloon animals? Really? How does that help us?" "Simple," Bill said. "While they’re busy making a poodle, we tiptoe inside, grab the presents, and sneak out in the chaos." She paused. "You sure the adults won’t notice? Or the birthday clown?" Bill chuckled. "The clown’s too busy juggling flaming cake, I swear. Anyway, once inside, we head straight for the gift table. Easy pickings." "And what if a kid catches us?" Molly asked skeptically. "Then we become the best part of the party—legendary burglars of the year. Who’s gonna suspect a couple of adults with party favors?" Molly sighed, smiling despite herself. "Alright, but if we get caught, we’re blaming the clown." Bill winked. "Deal. Now, let’s go steal some smiles—and presents."