Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, adjusted her oversized glasses. "Bill, you're sure about this? A kids' party?" Bill, already donning a ridiculous clown nose, grinned. "Molly, my dear, where else would we find such an abundance of untapped presents?" She sighed, pulling on a bright pink wig. "I hope you're right. I've always wanted a pony." Bill chuckled, "Well, let's hope little Johnny didn't ask for one too." They slipped into the bustling party, Molly carrying a fake cake box. Bill, now juggling invisible balls, approached the presents table. Molly, scanning the room, spotted the distracted parents. "Now, Bill." Bill swiftly replaced the name tags on the presents with their own aliases. Molly, meanwhile, distracted the children with a rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday". As they left, laden with gifts, a small girl tugged at Molly's sleeve. "Are you the real birthday girl?" Molly winked, "Only in my heart, sweetheart."