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, fiddling with a pair of oversized sunglasses, grinned. “Of course! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove for kids!” Molly rolled her eyes. “You do realize we’re stealing from children, right? What’s next, robbing a candy store?” “Hey, it’s not stealing; it’s redistribution of wealth!” Bill replied, puffing out his chest. “Besides, they won’t even miss them. They’ll be too busy with cake and games.” “Right, because nothing says ‘happy birthday’ like a heist,” Molly muttered, glancing at the cake table. “What’s the plan?” “Simple. We wait for the piñata to break. While they’re distracted, we swoop in and grab the loot!” Bill said, mimicking a swooping motion. Molly raised an eyebrow. “And what if they see us?” “Then we’ll just pretend to be clowns!” Bill chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses. “I mean, who would suspect a couple of clowns?” Molly sighed. “You’re ridiculous.”