Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, eyeing the chaotic mess of balloons and sugar-fueled kids. The birthday party was in full swing, and somewhere beneath the cacophony lay a treasure trove of presents waiting to be liberated. Bill adjusted his too-big burglar gloves, grimacing at the awkward fit. “You sure this is the best plan, Molly? I mean, children? Really?” Molly smirked, balancing a paper crown on her head. “Exactly. Who’s going to suspect two grown adults sneaking around a five-year-old’s confetti explosion? We just blend in.” Bill frowned, stealing a glance at the mountain of wrapped boxes near the cake table. “Blend in by looking like oversized, slightly disheveled party crashers?” “Hey,” Molly said, elbowing him, “as long as you don’t start crying when a kid steals your lollipop, we’re golden.” A balloon popped nearby, causing Bill to jump like a cat on a hot tin roof. “Right. Which reminds me—where do you suppose the parents are while all this hilarious chaos is happening?” “Probably tangled in a game of ‘Pin the Tail on the Inept Thief,’” Molly whispered with a grin. “Now, grab the loot before anyone notices we’re the only ones not covered in frosting.”