Night. Backyard. A birthday banner flutters. Molly and Bill crouch behind a hedge. Presents glint under strings of fairy lights. Molly: Are you ready to snatch every gift before the sugar crash? Bill: I was born ready. Got the toy sack and the stealth sweets floss. Molly: In twenty seconds the piñata distraction kicks in. Bill: I’ll jingle the party hats and set the runaway balloon free. Molly: While the kids chase it, we hit the table. Bill: Plushies first, then Lego bricks, stuffed unicorns and remote cars. Molly: Don’t forget the glitter bombs disguised as party poppers. Bill: Glitter is the new security system—once it sticks, no turning back. Molly: Slide across that inflatable castle, aim for the present pile. Bill: Understood. Avoid the toddlers—they’ll cry if you bump them. Molly: Compassion optional. Speed mandatory. Bill: All right. Operation Gift Grab starts now—three, two, one! Molly: Remember the escape route through the snack table? Fewer witnesses by the punch bowl. Bill: That route’s perfect. After we loot the gifts we vanish before the cake cutting. Molly: And if the parents appear, we trigger a glitter bomb avalanche and dash into the pond maze. Bill: Showtime, partner. Begin, now! Go!