Narrow halls of the community center echoed with muffled laughter and squeals. A disco ball overhead spun glitter across pastel walls decorated with streamers and cartoon characters. A table weighed down by neatly wrapped boxes towered in one corner beside a sleepy DJ booth. As two figures in black breezed past a stack of folding chairs. Their gloves slid against wall tiles. Plans whispered between them sounded like evil lullabies. The smell of frosting drifted through the air, along with spilled punch and confetti. With practiced stealth they approached a window overlooking the party. Their eyes glinted with gleeful mischief. Molly: "The birthday hats are a problem." Bill: "I’ll distract the clown with fake magic." Molly: "You? Last time you turned your sleeve into a dove trap." Bill: "Trust me, this dove is in on it." Molly: "Fine. When I give the signal—three knocks—we dash." Bill: "Got it. Two minutes and I’ll release the giggling goat." Molly: "Goat?" Bill: "Everyone expects a petting zoo. Chaos is our cover." Molly: "Then grab the big box under the table." Bill: "Only if you promise not to eat the cupcakes again." Molly: "Deal." Bill: "Let’s make this the sweetest heist ever." Bill: "Ready?"