Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering into the brightly lit backyard where a children's party was in full swing. Colorful balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and squeals filled the air. Molly turned to Bill, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready to make this a birthday to remember?" Bill grinned, adjusting his clown nose. "Just like old times, Mol. But seriously, a clown nose? Really?" "It's perfect! Who'd suspect a clown?" Molly replied, patting the oversized bag slung over her shoulder. "And this baby's ready to swallow up all those presents." Bill chuckled, scanning the scene. "Alright, let’s split up. I’ll take the left side, you hit the right. We meet back here in ten?" "Ten minutes, and not a second more. We don’t want to overstay our welcome," Molly said, already moving towards the edge of the garden. Bill watched her go, then turned back to the party, his expression shifting to one of mock solemnity. "Forgive us, kiddos. But these gifts are just too tempting." As he stepped out, the music swelled, and the night was filled with the promise of a heist well-executed.