Molly crouched behind a clown-themed inflatable, scanning the yard filled with balloons and chirping children. “What do you think, Bill?” she whispered, her eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Bill peered over the inflatable. “It’s a goldmine, Molly! Look at all those wrapped gifts. We could be set for life!” Molly adjusted her black beanie, trying to appear inconspicuous. “Yeah, but we’re breaking into a kids' party. You think they’ll have security guards with balloons and cake?” He chuckled, “Actually, I saw one wearing a tutu. The ultimate disguise. Nothing says ‘I’m here to ruin the party’ like a grown man in a fairy costume.” She rolled her eyes. “Very funny. But seriously, what’s the plan? We can’t just waltz in. It’ll draw more attention than a dog in a dress.” Bill grinned, “Oh, come on! We’ll go in as the entertainment. Kids love magic, right? You do know a trick or two?” “Magic? You mean like the ‘disappearing act’ when we steal the presents?” Molly shot back, crossing her arms. “I can barely make a potato disappear, let alone all the gifts.” “Trust me, your potato skills will work wonders here! We’ll pull a rabbit out of the hat—figuratively!” he said with a wink. A child screamed joyfully at the sight of a balloon animal. Molly’s face scrunched. “Bill, we can’t steal from kids. That’s... that’s just wrong!” “They’ll forget about the gifts by next week! Have you ever seen a kid treasure their fifth birthday gifts? They’ll just want the latest video game and a pet rock.” He shrugged, “We’ll be doing them a service, really.” “Except for the part where we’re stealing,” she muttered. “Details, Molly. Details. Look, we distract the adults, grab the gifts, and skedaddle. Quick and easy.” “How do you suggest we distract them?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “Simple! You go chat up the parents, maybe tell them you’re a ‘clown consultant’ for children’s parties. I’ll be the ‘magic assistant’.” He twirled an imaginary mustache. “Magic assistant? This is ridiculous,” she said, stifling a snort. “But... I guess I could pretend to juggle.” “See? You’re perfect! You’ve always been good at juggling trouble.” “I think I’m juggling poor life choices, honestly. How do I explain the need for a clown consultant?” “Easy! You know, like managerial stuff! You could say you’re here to evaluate the party's entertainment value. And I’ll wow them with ‘magic tricks’.” Molly shook her head, laughing softly despite herself. “Your wizardry involves pulling a rubber chicken from your pocket, doesn't it?” “Hey, don’t knock the classics! Showmanship, Molly!” “Fine. We’ll do your silly plan. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the tutu.” “Deal! Now let’s get this party started!” Bill grinned, his excitement palpable. “Let’s see if I can’t juggle my way to getting those gifts. And maybe hide behind a balloon arch?” Molly added, her tone turning serious again. “Keep your eyes on the prize! Tutu time!” Bill cheered, pumping his fist. “Pray for a good distraction,” Molly replied, with renewed determination. “This is either genius or just plain crazy.” He clapped his hands, “With us, it’s always both! Let’s do this!”