"Alright, Molly, you got the plan down?" Bill whispered, adjusting his ski mask. "Of course, Bill. We'll sneak in through the back door during the cake-cutting chaos," Molly replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what about the presents? They'll be guarded like Fort Knox." "Relax, I've got it covered. We'll create a diversion by letting loose a few dozen chickens." Bill blinked. "Chickens? Where are we gonna get chickens?" "Don't worry about that. Just focus on swiping the loot while the parents are scrambling to catch the feathered fiends." "Genius!" Bill chuckled. "You know, robbing from kids' parties isn't exactly ethical." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. Those little brats have enough toys to fill a warehouse. We're just redistributing the wealth." "If you say so. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Don't be such a worrywart. Now, let's go nick some presents!" They shared a conspiratorial grin and slipped into the shadows, ready to execute their daring plan.