Molly crouched behind the big oak tree, binoculars in hand. “Bill, are you sure about this? I mean, it’s a birthday party for five-year-olds!” Bill, adjusting his eye patch, grinned. “Exactly! Five-year-olds won’t notice us. They’re too busy with cake and balloons!” “Yeah, but the parents will!” Molly pointed. “What’s our plan again?” “Simple! We distract them with a balloon animal contest.” “A contest?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You’re terrible with balloon animals.” “Not true! I once made an octopus!” He puffed out his chest. “An octopus? You mean the sad lump of twisted latex?” Molly chuckled. “That was a nightmare.” Bill waved her off. “Focus! While they’re busy judging my masterpiece, we grab the presents. In and out.” “Right, the presents!” She looked at the pile of colorful boxes. “I hope they’re not just stuffed animals.” “Hey, a teddy bear is still a bear, right?” Bill smirked. “Great, maybe we can sell them at the flea market,” Molly replied, rolling her eyes. “Exactly! And who doesn't want a bear with a fun backstory?” Molly sighed. “This plan is ridiculous.” “Which is why it’ll work! Just like my octopus!” Bill added, striking a pose.