Molly crouched behind the sofa in the pastel decorated living room. Frosting covered discarded plates glimmered beneath fairy lights. Shrieks and laughter echoed from the hallway. A mountain of wrapped gifts sat on a low table at the far end. Bill pressed his ear against the door and nodded. They needed a flawless plan. Timing would be crucial. No adults or chaperones could see them. After months of petty capers this job promised real treasure hidden under cartoon paper. Hearts pounded as they synchronized watches. The moment had come. They grinned, adrenaline sparking wild ideas in their heads. Minds racing. "Molly: We creep past the cake table before the next song starts." "Bill: What about the balloons? They might betray our position." "Molly: Focus on the gifts. Balloons float above eye level." "Bill: Okay, but I still worry about the clown guard." "Molly: He only juggles, not patrols. He’s blissfully unaware." "Bill: Do we snag the big box first or the stack of small ones?" "Molly: Big box. It hides more cash than the tiny packages." "Bill: Right. Then we dash out through the side door." "Molly: All we need is stealth, speed, and a silent exit with every present."