"Bill, are you sure this is the right address?" Molly whispered, peering through the bushes at the brightly decorated house. "Of course, I'm sure," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "I double-checked the invitation. Little Timmy's seventh birthday party. This is the place." "Okay, but why a children's party? Couldn't we have picked something less... chaotic?" Molly asked, her eyes darting to the inflatable castle in the yard. "Think about it, Molly. Who's going to suspect two adults at a kid's party? We blend in, grab the presents, and we're out. Easy peasy." "Blend in? Bill, we're wearing ski masks." "Details, details. We'll take them off once we're inside. Now, did you bring the distraction?" Molly held up a bag of colorful balloons. "Yep. A hundred helium balloons. This better work." "It'll work. Kids love balloons. While they're distracted, we make our move. Ready?" "As I'll ever be," Molly sighed, following Bill as he crept towards the back gate. They slipped into the backyard, where a group of children were already running around, screaming with joy. Parents milled about, chatting and sipping punch. "Okay, phase one," Bill muttered. "Release the balloons." Molly nodded and started inflating the balloons, letting them float up into the sky. The children immediately noticed and began to chase after them, shrieking with delight. "Perfect," Bill said, grinning. "Now, phase two. We mingle." They removed their ski masks and casually walked into the crowd. Bill grabbed a cup of punch and pretended to sip it, while Molly tried to look like she belonged. "Hey, you two!" a woman called out, approaching them. "I don't think we've met. I'm Timmy's mom, Karen." "Hi, Karen!" Bill said, flashing a charming smile. "I'm Bill, and this is Molly. We're, uh, friends of the family." "Oh, how nice! Enjoying the party?" Karen asked, looking around. "Absolutely," Molly said, forcing a smile. "Great decorations." "Thanks! Timmy's been so excited. He's been talking about this party for weeks." "Speaking of Timmy," Bill interjected, "where is the birthday boy? We'd love to wish him a happy birthday." "He's over by the presents," Karen said, pointing to a table piled high with colorful packages. "Perfect," Bill said. "We'll just go say hi." They made their way to the table, where Timmy was tearing into a gift with wild abandon. "Hey, Timmy!" Bill said, crouching down. "Happy birthday, buddy!" "Thanks!" Timmy said, barely looking up. "Who are you?" "Just friends of your mom," Molly said, ruffling his hair. "Having fun?" "Yeah! Look at all my presents!" Timmy said, eyes wide with excitement. "Wow, that's a lot of presents," Bill said, glancing at Molly. "Hey, Timmy, how about we play a game? You like games, right?" "Yeah!" Timmy said, jumping up. "What game?" "It's called 'Hide the Presents,'" Bill said, winking at Molly. "You go hide, and we'll hide the presents. Then you have to find them." "Cool!" Timmy said, running off to hide. "Okay, quick," Bill whispered. "Start loading the presents into the bag." Molly grabbed a large sack and began stuffing the gifts inside. "This is insane, Bill. We're stealing from a kid's party." "Relax, Molly. It's just a few presents. He'll get over it." "Yeah, but will we?" Molly asked, glancing around nervously. "Just keep stuffing," Bill said, his eyes on the lookout. "We're almost done." As they finished loading the last of the presents, they heard a shout. "Hey! What are you doing?" They turned to see Karen, her face a mask of fury. "Run!" Bill yelled, grabbing the sack and bolting for the gate. Molly followed, her heart pounding. "This was a terrible idea, Bill!" "Just keep running!" Bill shouted, as they disappeared into the street, leaving chaos and confusion in their wake.