"Molly, focus!" Bill hissed, his eyes darting around the darkened parking lot. "This isn't some two-bit lemonade stand; it's a high-stakes operation!" Molly rolled her eyes, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Chill, Bill. It's a kid's birthday party, not Fort Knox. Besides, who could resist a Pin the Tail on the Donkey challenge?" Bill stifled a groan. "It's not about the games, Mol. It's about the loot. Those spoiled brats won't even miss the presents we're about to liberate." "Liberate? That's a fancy word for swipe," Molly snickered, checking her reflection in the car window. "Semantics," Bill waved dismissively. "We need a plan. We can't just waltz in there like a couple of party clowns." "Why not? I've always wanted to be a clown," Molly mused. "I could go in as 'Molly the Magnificent,' juggle a few balls, and bam! Presents are ours." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "This isn't a joke, Molly. We need to be inconspicuous, not the entertainment." "Fine," Molly sighed dramatically. "We'll be ghosts. In and out, silent as the night." "Exactly," Bill nodded, relieved. "We'll wait until the kids are distracted with cake—" "Oh, I do love cake," Molly interjected. "Cake's not the mission!" Bill snapped. "We grab the gifts and vanish. No cake, no donkey games, no clowning around." Molly saluted with a smirk. "Aye aye, Captain Buzzkill. Let's go pilfer some toys." Bill shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible, you know that? Let's just get this over with before I change my mind." As they crept toward the sounds of laughter and chaos, Molly whispered, "So, who gets to keep the pony?" Bill just rolled his eyes, knowing the night was going to be anything but stealthy with Molly by his side.