Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of bushes outside the colorful house. "Bill, I told you this was a terrible idea," Molly whispered, glancing nervously at the balloons tied to the mailbox. Bill adjusted his black beanie. "Nonsense, Molly! It's the perfect plan. Who'd expect thieves to crash a six-year-old's birthday party?" "But what if we get caught? I don't fancy explaining to a bunch of toddlers why we're swiping their presents." Bill smirked. "Relax. We'll be in and out in ten minutes. Look, here's the plan: I'll distract the kids with balloon animals, and you grab the gifts." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You can make balloon animals?" "Uh, how hard can it be? It's just twisting balloons, right?" "Bill, you live in a world of delusion. And what if they pop?" "Then I'll improvise. Maybe do some magic tricks. Every kid loves magic." "Do you even know any magic tricks?" "I’ll figure it out. Just focus on the presents." Molly sighed. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Bill said with a grin. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." They crept around the bushes and towards the party sounds, giggles and music. Bill whispered, “Here we go, Operation Tiny Tyrants.”