Molly and Bill crouched behind a banner adorned with cartoon dinosaurs and balloons. They had never attempted a robbery so ridiculous, but the allure of shiny wrappings and fun proved irresistible. Molly adjusted her backpack stuffed with glitter bombs and mittens. Bill checked his pocket watch. Beside them, a unicorn cast multicolored flickers against the backyard fence. They could hear tiny children squealing as a magician produced rubber chickens and scarves. Under the chattering of small plastic chairs and the whir of a helium tank, the moment for their larceny approached. "Ready to sparkle, Bill? The kids won't suspect a thing." Molly tossed a vial of lavender scented fog dust into the air. Haze snaked across the lawn, masking their slip beneath the patio doors. Inside, a barricade of gift wrapped presents glittered like a fortress of sugar dreams. Bill latched onto a pile of wrapped bikes, and Molly popped open a glitter bomb behind a piñata, sequins dancing. They scooped up ribbons and plush toys, slipping away through the fog before the children even noticed. Mission accomplished, they vanished into the night, leaving chaos and confetti in their wake. "Shh! Glitter stealth; sneak in, grab gifts, then glitter out."