Moonlight bathed the tidy front yard in silver haze. A cluster of colorful balloons loitered by the backdoor, tethered to a rickety lawn chair. Streamers drooped like weary spaghetti across the porch. Faint giggles drifted from inside. Through the cracked window, a table groaned under the weight of glistening presents. Molly: "Bill, tonight we sneak into the kids party, snag every wrapped present, then vanish before anyone notices the missing sugar cookies on the table." Bill: "I’ve got the blue bag under my jacket, Molly. Once we grab those glitter bombs and plush unicorns, we tiptoe out like sneaky ninjas." Molly hovered by the window while Bill peered around the porch column. Inside, bright paper scraps littered the floor amid scattered ribbon curls. A rainbow disco ball blinked, launching prisms across cheap plastic chairs. The warm smell of chocolate frosting and vanilla drifted in. Silence pulsed between the two thieves. Molly: "We’ll need to distract the clown in the corner. He always juggles rubber ducks and hogs the spotlight until someone screams in a tantrum." Bill: "What if we set off the bubble machine beside the cake table? Kids will go wild chasing suds and leave all the gifts unattended." Soft light escaped through slats in the blinds, revealing a riot of wrapped parcels piled beside the punch bowl. Molly’s heart thumped as Bill adjusted his gloves. A faint melody dripped from the stereo, a waltz that made their footsteps feel grand. Dust motes glittered like spectators in the hush. Molly: "Perfect diversion. Meanwhile, I’ll slither very quietly through the streamer arch and haul out every shiny box before anyone smells our perfume of rebellion." Bill: "Once I disable the motion sensor under the tablecloth, we can scoop toy drones, plush bears, and candy galore to fuel our next getaway." Breathing slowed, they synchronized every move comically. Their reflection shimmered in a chocolate fountain nearby. A stray ribbon wrapped around Molly’s wrist like a sly accomplice. Bill’s glove grazed a pink bear lounging on the table. Adrenaline prickled their skin as they prepared to pounce hungrily on the unsuspecting loot. Molly: "Don’t forget the glitter confetti bombs hidden in your pocket. We’ll rain down tiny sparkles over the fence as our grand final exit signal." Bill: "I’ll bring the thermal slippers so our footprints vanish in seconds. No muddy prints, no crying witnesses, just ghostlike stealthy burglars in bunny slippers." For a heartbeat, they froze beneath the swirling laughter and strobing lights. Every gift tag promised another world of candy canes and toy rockets. A soft pop from a balloon punctured the tension. Without a word, Molly flicked on her mini flashlight while Bill tipped forward, eyes glowing with mischief. Molly: "We should time everything to the magic show. When the magician reveals the giant bunny, kids will scream and run, leaving an empty stage." Bill: "After we barrel through the gift pile, snatch every glittering box, and slip into the night before anyone realizes the party has been robbed."