Molly and Bill crouched behind a plastic table strewn with bright streamers. They eyed a tower of presents glimmering under flickering candles. Outside, laughter drifted through a slightly ajar door. A battery of party poppers sat unused. Their black outfits shimmered under garish party lights. Each thief grinned. Molly: "Are you sure this plan will work when kids are everywhere?" Bill: "Relax. We go in when they sing happy birthday, everyone will be distracted." Molly: "But what if one of them spots my mask slipping?" Bill: "I brought adhesive tape. We’ll fix it fast." Molly: "We’ll split up. You grab the largest gifts. I handle the small ones." Bill: "Agreed. Then rendezvous by the snack table with our loot." Molly: "Once we’re gone they’ll be so confused they’ll check the clown’s shoes." Bill: "I’ve already stashed extra balloons to cover our entries and exits." Molly: "Afterwards, we’ll feast on cake to celebrate the perfect crime." Bill: "Absolutely flawless." They exchanged glances, adrenaline buzzing. They imagined tiny hands reaching and wailing. The scent of frosting and rubber balloons spurred them on. Tonight they would vanish into the night, leaving nothing but baffled children and empty wrapping paper. Hearts raced with mischief.