The thieves crouched in the dimly lit hallway outside a suburban home hosting an exuberant celebration. A birthday banner hung crooked above the entrance door. Faint laughter drifted through the walls and balloons bobbed behind a window. Molly’s heart pounded with exhilaration as she checked her lockpick. Bill adjusted the small jammer strapped to his belt and glanced at a wristwatch. Both shared a glance that spoke volumes of adrenaline and nerves. They had rehearsed this absurd plan countless times. Tonight’s payoff was a mountain of glittery paper bundles stuffed with fragile treasures destined for giggling children. Mischief awaited now. Molly: Are you really sure the coast is clear tonight? Bill: Ten minutes until the party ends, kids start crying. Molly: Those wrapped boxes are begging for our sticky fingers. Bill: The birthday clown hides behind a full sheet cake. Molly: I’ll disable the surveillance feed with this signal jammer. Bill: After that, we grab loot, vanish into the night. Molly: Don’t underestimate those frosting booby traps near the table. Bill: Sticky fingers are a hazard with kids’ cake frosting. Molly: Wristwatch timer synced; we move at eight sharp. Ready? Bill: Ready. Let’s make this the sweetest heist ever executed.