Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Molly adjusted her black beanie, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the scene. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the giggles and shouts. "We wait until the clown starts his act. That's when the kids will be distracted." Bill nodded, his eyes fixed on the table piled high with brightly wrapped presents. "Got it. Clown equals distraction. Then what?" Molly smirked. "Then we slip in, grab the loot, and slip out. Easy peasy." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And what if one of those little rugrats spots us?" Molly rolled her eyes. "They're kids, Bill. Just tell them we're part of the entertainment. You know, balloon animals or something." Bill chuckled. "Balloon animals, huh? You think that'll work?" Molly shrugged. "It's a kids' party. They'll believe anything." Bill took a deep breath, glancing once more at the table of presents. "Alright, let's do this." As the clown began his act, the children gathered around, their attention fully captured. Molly and Bill exchanged a quick nod and moved stealthily towards the table, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the heist.