Night wraps the quiet suburban backyard in shadows as Molly and Bill crouch behind a row of inflatable animals. Frog and unicorn shapes loom under fawn colored grass. Candles flicker inside the brightly lit house where the children shriek at clumsy clown tricks. Molly glances at Bill’s utility belt bristling with tiny saw blades and wires. Her grin reveals excitement and mild terror. Bill checks his watch, eyes darting. He inhales deeply and taps a soda can, reminding them of their plan. The fence cresting over his shoulder still feels spiky. They must be swift and cunning to snatch treasure. Molly: "Okay Bill we slip through the broken gate disguised as birthday clowns." Bill: "I brought juggling balls loaded with sleeping gas not for kids but for parents." Molly: "Nice. But the plan needs a distraction for the hyperactive Chihuahua named Snickers." Bill: "We rigged the speaker with a barking track and a leaking sprinkler to lure that yipping terror." Molly: "When do we grab gift bags without tumbling hot cocoa or tumbling into balloons?" Bill: "Cake cutting chaos is our perfect cover." Molly: "I noted pricey toys by bright bows." Bill: "We vanish with presents in neon bunny bandanas."