Shadowed by colorful balloons, Molly crouched behind an overturned plastic chair at the edge of a suburban backyard. High-pitched giggles drifted through a blue fence, mingling with the sugary buzz of birthday cake and glittering streamers. She peeked around a folding table loaded with neatly wrapped boxes and bright bows. Bill adjusted a bandanna over his nose, more for show than necessity, as if about to infiltrate a mine rather than a preschool party. A squeal rang out announcing another round of tag, sending tiny feet skittering across a vinyl mat. Time stretched as the pair surveyed a mundane scene turned treasure trove. Molly’s eyes gleamed beneath dark curls. At a silent signal they would dash forward, scoop every scented package, and disappear before discovery. A stray balloon bounced against a fence post like an alarm. She braced herself for a swift operation among stray cake crumbs. Their hearts pounded, each beat echoing chocolate and adrenaline. They smelled frosting and mischief in perfectly equal measure indeed. Molly whispered, "Are you ready?" Bill hissed, "As ready as ever." Molly muttered, "This is going to be epic." Bill breathed, "Quiet!" Molly replied, "I know." Bill urged, "Hurry up." Molly sighed, "Almost there."