Night. Backyard under a twinkling bouncy castle. Molly and Bill crouch behind a hedge. They whisper furiously in darkness. Molly: "Okay Bill, step one: locate gift table without tripping on streamers." Bill: "I already tripped over a balloon. Proceeding as planned." Molly: "Excellent tracking. Now don your party hat for camouflage." Bill: "I look ridiculous but I’ll do anything for the loot." Molly: "Remember the kids are armed with foam swords and fossilized cake." Bill: "Armed? We’re outnumbered by sugar-fueled six-year-olds? Perfect." Molly: "Use the sugar high to our advantage during the pinata phase." Bill: "Hypnotize them with cupcakes instead of actual hypnosis." Molly: "More like distract them while we demolish the piñata supply." Bill: "Hope they don’t notice their presents vanish into thin air." Molly: "We’ll replace each gift with empty boxes and a note." Bill: "They’re five. They’ll cry nonstop for days." Molly: "Tough crowd. Bring sock balloons as consolation prizes." Bill: "I hate sock balloons but I love winning heists." Molly: "Now remember: sugar crash signals extraction time." Bill: "Got it. Eat cupcakes, swipe gifts, vanish before cake spews." Molly: "Perfect. Activate vacuum cleaner gadget. Go go go!" Bill: "Roger that. Operation Gift Grab is a go."