Molly crept behind the hedge, flashlight bouncing in her gloved hand. Bill crouched beside her, clutching a rolled-up blue tarp. Molly: "I can still smell frosting on the wind over there, like a beacon begging me to rob every cupcake and teddy bear within reach." Bill: "That's why I love you, audacious sugar fiend. But where do we stash all these helium balloons and stuffed pandas once we've got them?" Molly: "Under the cake table, beneath a tangle of crumpled wrapping. I measured clearance: eleven point three inches. It’s a squeeze. Trust me it works." Bill: "I admire your planning. But what about security? I saw three busy adults wearing name tags reading 'Mom' and 'Dad'. We're up against pros." Molly: "Security is an obstacle. We’ll slip through big punch distraction when the clown shows up. You remember my glitter bomb gag? Kids go wild." Bill: "The clown. Course. Nothing terrifies children and confuses adults more than a clown exploding in sequins. I'm in. But we need an exit strategy." Molly: "Can we talk about that exit? There’s a trampoline in the backyard. It’s rigged with my patented bungee harness. We hop, we fling, vanish." Bill: "Brilliant. But will it clear piñata stand? There’s no prize if we crash through and land in a pile of teddy bears and toddlers." Molly: "We angle trampoline three degrees south, aim for the fence gap I found by eyeballing the sag in the wood. Precision is sexy, Bill." Bill: "How will the glitter bomb avoid dissolving in punch? We don’t need sticky foam everywhere, nor a swarm of kids chasing us like ants." Molly: "I coated it in sealant I whipped up in my motel room sink. You’ll see bubbles then zip—pow! Magical containment guaranteed. No toddler casualties." Bill: "Sealant from a sink? That’s improv I admire. Right, genius. You handle that. I’ll scope the backyard for hidden sprinklers or unexpected party crashers." Molly: "Consider me done. I’ll set up glitter bomb trap under the table legs. It’s timed to go off when they pick up a gift." Bill: "Then I’ll signal with a violin riff, smoothly launch you through the gap, and expertly distract hovering parents with my uncanny fussy toddler impression." Molly and Bill exchanged a grin before creeping into the moonlit yard. She placed the tarp at the designated spot, twisting the glitter bomb under the table leg with precision. He tuned his violin to a playful twang, nodding when everything appeared ready. A distant giggle echoed as the last guest arrived, tipping them both into motion. Bill flicked his bow across the strings and a high note sliced through the night. Molly sprang skyward from the trampoline, arcing gracefully over the fence gap. Paper and balloons fluttered up in a sudden storm of color as the glitter bomb detonated with a soft pop. Parents spun toward the commotion, jaws dropping. Meanwhile, Bill slipped through the tangle of limbs and headed toward the prize pile, victory sparkling in his eyes.