Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the fence at the vibrant chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and laughter echoed like a siren call. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her mask. Bill, fiddling with a pair of oversized sunglasses, grinned. “Of course! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove for kids!” “But they’re kids, Bill! What if they catch us?” Molly’s eyes darted to a group of children playing tag, their shrieks piercing the air. “Relax! We’ll be in and out before they even notice. Just follow my lead.” He pulled out a toy walkie-talkie. “I’ll distract them with this.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “A walkie-talkie? Really?” “Trust me! Kids love gadgets. I’ll say it’s a secret mission.” He puffed out his chest. “Operation: Present Snatch!” “More like Operation: Get Caught,” she muttered, but the thrill of the heist was infectious. “Come on, Molly! What’s the worst that could happen?” “Jail? A lifetime of community service? Being forced to attend every birthday party in the county?” “Okay, okay! But think of the toys!” Molly sighed, her resolve wavering. “Fine. Let’s do this.”