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, adjusting his own mask, grinned. “Come on, Molly! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove of joy!” “Joy? You mean a treasure trove of angry parents when they realize their gifts are gone!” Molly shot back, her eyes darting to a group of kids devouring cake. “Relax! We’ll be in and out before they even notice. Just like ninjas!” Bill puffed out his chest, striking a pose. “Ninjas? More like clumsy raccoons,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “What’s the plan?” “Simple. We create a distraction. You know, like a balloon animal explosion!” He gestured wildly, nearly knocking over a nearby garden gnome. “Right, because nothing says ‘steal the presents’ like a balloon animal disaster,” Molly replied, crossing her arms. “What if they catch us?” “Then we’ll just say we’re the entertainment!” Bill winked. “Now, let’s go steal some joy!” Molly sighed, but a smirk crept onto her face. “Fine, but you’re carrying the heavy stuff.”