Molly crouches behind a row of folding chairs in the community hall. Balloons sag above tables set with pastel plates and colorful party hats. Bill peers at an invitation list, frowning at each scribbled name. They’re clad in oversized suits, mismatched socks, and gloves dusted with confetti. A punch bowl bubbles like a secret. Footsteps and distant laughter drift in from the hallway. They exchange looks, fingerprints marking the entrance door. In minutes children will flood in, chasing clowns and candles. Tonight Molly and Bill will slip between games, pocket every wrapped gift and vanish under a shower of giggles. "Molly: Okay, treasure hunter Bill, spill the plan." "Bill: We sneak past the frosting station, disable the clown’s noise maker, then hijack every wrapped gift." "Molly: Don’t forget the giant unicorn piñata. I need that glitter cannon for backup distraction." "Bill: Once the cake countdown starts, we create confusion with my remote controlled dancing bear." "Molly: Perfect. While kids scream for balloon swords, we bag the loot and vanish before anyone notices." "Bill: Gloves on, masks down. Adventure awaits." "Molly: And remember to call me Brio when asking for a ride out. It sounds cooler." "Bill: Copy that, Captain Glitter."