Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of oversized bushes, peering through the leaves at the chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the air, and kids ran around with faces painted like tigers and butterflies. A clown was making balloon animals, and a magician was pulling rabbits out of hats. The table in the center was piled high with brightly wrapped presents. "Are you sure about this?" Bill whispered, his eyes darting nervously. "Of course," Molly replied, her voice steady. "It's the perfect cover. No one will suspect a thing." Bill adjusted his black beanie, glancing at the clown who was now juggling flaming torches. "I don't know, Molly. This seems... risky." Molly rolled her eyes. "Look, Bill, it's simple. We blend in, grab the presents, and get out. Easy peasy." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Blend in? How exactly do we blend in at a children's party?" Molly grinned, pulling out two oversized, colorful wigs from her bag. "Like this." Bill stared at the wigs, then back at Molly. "You're kidding." "Nope. Now put it on. We’ve got a job to do." Reluctantly, Bill took the wig and placed it on his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Molly adjusted her own wig, giving Bill a thumbs-up. "Believe it, partner. Now, let's go steal some presents."