Molly crouched behind the neatly trimmed hedge, her eyes fixated on the colorful banners flapping in the gentle breeze. Beside her, Bill adjusted his clown wig, a grimace painted on his face beneath the oversized sunglasses. "Are you sure about this?" Bill whispered, scanning the row of tiny chairs and the mountain of wrapped presents piled high on a glittering table. "It's a goldmine, Bill. Just follow my lead," Molly murmured back, her gaze sharp and calculating. The sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows across the freshly mowed lawn where a gaggle of children played, blissfully unaware of the two party crashers. Molly noted the positions of the adults, all too preoccupied with their smartphones to notice much else. With a nod, they donned their masks—Bill's a panda, Molly's a tiger—and slipped through the hedge. They mingled amidst the chaos, laughter and squeals effectively drowning out their silent steps as they edged toward the treasure trove. Molly's heart beat in sync with the rhythmic popping of balloons, her mind racing with every possible exit strategy. Bill, his hands slightly trembling, picked up a brightly colored box, his eyes meeting Molly's for a brief second before she pushed a finger to her lips—the plan was in motion.