Night sky blankets the street. Molly crouches beside Bill at the fence. A distant birthday song drifts through the window. Molly: "The cake's inside and so are a hundred presents. You ready?" Bill: "Born ready. I’ve got my glitterproof gloves and stealthy Santa suit." Molly: "We shouldn't wake the sugar-fueled wildlings inside. Quiet like ninja toddlers." Bill: "And if they catch us, we apologize with gummy bear bribes." Molly: "Gift Grab is go. You climb in, I'll distract with balloons." Bill: "Copy. I'm off. Watch for toddlers armed with cupcakes. They're lethal." Molly: "Remember to avoid the clown entertainer. His balloon poodle chomps ankles." Bill: "Got it. I’ll wear earplugs. The screaming triggers my sneeze reflex." Molly: "After you snag presents, meet at the minivan. I'll honk twice." Bill: "Honk once for yes, twice for nope, thrice if cake missing." Molly: "If you see glitter everywhere, that's the unicorn child's trap. Stay clear." Bill: "Understood. Middle table holds games and gadgets. Prime target. Jackpot awaits here." Molly: "Security lights flip on? Weave through piñata corner, blind spot heaven." Bill: "Watch those parents lurking by table. They guard juice boxes especially fiercely." Molly: "Good luck, partner in crime. Let's make this the sweetest heist ever."