Molly crouched behind the bushes, clutching a bag of glitter. "Bill, are you sure about this? Kids parties are chaos enough without us adding theft to the mix." Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized floppy hat. "Come on, Molly. Think of the presents—bright, shiny, and completely unguarded! It’s the perfect heist." "But the noise!" Molly whispered, eyes darting to the bouncing castle in the distance. "Plus, all those squealing little monsters. I’d rather rob a bank." Bill chuckled. "You worry too much. We'll be in and out before anyone notices. Just gotta be quick—grab the biggest box, and we're gold." Molly hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, but if I get caught, I’m blaming you." He winked. "Deal. Follow my lead. Remember, silent as mice, sneaky as cats." They tiptoed closer, shadows blending with the dark. Bill whipped out a crowbar, inspecting the side door. "This is it. Ready for some jackpot crawling?" Molly rolled her eyes. "As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s turn this party into our personal gift warehouse." With a shared nod, they slipped through the side entrance, their footsteps muffled, eyes gleaming with mischievous intent.