Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the colorful streamers that adorned the backyard. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her ski mask. Bill, fiddling with a pair of oversized sunglasses, grinned. “Come on, Molly! It’s a goldmine! Look at all those presents!” Molly squinted at the pile of brightly wrapped boxes. “Yeah, but it’s a kid’s party. What if we get caught by a bunch of sugar-fueled six-year-olds?” “Exactly! They’ll be too busy with cake and clowns to notice us,” Bill replied, puffing out his chest. “We’ll be in and out before they even realize their toys are missing.” “Right, because nothing says stealth like a clown costume,” Molly said, rolling her eyes. “What’s the plan?” “Simple. We create a distraction. You know, like a balloon animal explosion!” Bill suggested, waving his arms dramatically. Molly raised an eyebrow. “A balloon animal explosion? Really?” “Okay, maybe not that. But I could juggle!” he offered, puffing out his cheeks. “Juggling? You can barely catch a ball!” she shot back, stifling a laugh. “Let’s just stick to the plan, Bill. No juggling.” “Fine, but I’m still bringing the sunglasses.”