Molly and Bill crouched behind an inflatable unicorn slide, hearts pounding with absurd excitement. The children's party raged on inside a pastel decorated yard, balloons bobbing like sentries, parents gossiping beside a table groaning under sugary delights. They adjusted black masks too large and tiptoed toward a pile of presents like ninja librarians on a mission. Molly peeked around a candy cane decoration, eyes gleaming at glittering packages tied with bows. Bill checked his watch, eyebrows raised at the chaos. He signaled stealthy approach, but a distant giggle snapped his attention to a toddler clutching a balloon sword. A lawn gnome host statue seemed to stare, as if judging their craftsmanship. Energy crackled beneath their fingers as they readied a backpack repurposed for pilfering stuffed animals and board games. Then Molly whispered, "Are you sure this clown costume has no squeaky nose?" Bill hissed, "Only five more steps until piñata proof security finally deactivates." They pressed forward beneath a banner proclaiming Happy Birthday, adrenaline sparking mischief. In that moment their plan felt ridiculous, daring, and completely delicious. A triumphant grin crossed Molly's face as they vanished into confetti clouds, presents within reach and laughter trailing behind. The night was theirs.