Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of vividly colored bushes, peering through the leaves at the chaos of children’s laughter and bobbing balloons. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the backyard, transforming it into a sparkling paradise of childish delight. "Count them," Molly whispered, her eyes glinting with mischievous intent. Bill squinted through the branches. "Seven presents. Turtles wrapping paper on two, bizarre," he observed, more intrigued by the wrapping choices than the actual loot. Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We need to snatch them without blowing our cover." A child in a superhero costume darted past, cape streaming behind him like a comet. Molly grabbed Bill's arm, pulling him back into the shadows. "Remember, invisibility. These kids are like hawks." "And what, super strength? Last party I saw, those goody bags were full of jawbreakers," Bill whispered, fumbling with the zipper of a duffel bag, making sure their tools were ready. Molly looked at the backyard gate, her mind racing. "This isn't a game. Distractions, diversions, agility—just like the classics." Bill chuckled softly. "We've been through heists, Molly, but crashing a kids' birthday for presents? Crazy even for us." "It's perfect. No one suspects the clowns," Molly said with a smirk. She adjusted her oversized sunglasses and straightened her colorful, balloon-covered jacket. "Ready for the show?" Bill nodded, pulling a red rubber nose from his pocket and fitting it over his own. "Here goes nothing." They emerged from their hiding spot, instantly adopting playful personas, weaving through the crowd of giggling children and distracted parents. As they approached the table laden with gifts, a small girl tugged on Molly's sleeve. "Are you here to do magic tricks?" she asked, wide-eyed. Bill leaned in with a grin. "Magic? Oh, you haven't even begun to see magic yet."