Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, peering out at the bustling party scene unfolding before them. Balloons and streamers fluttered in the gentle breeze, and the sugary scent of cupcakes wafted through the air, making Molly's stomach growl with hunger. Bill, ever the practical one, handed her a protein bar, which she devoured in two bites. Their mark, a five-year-old's birthday bash, promised a haul of juicy gifts, ripe for the taking. Bill pulled out the blueprints, scribbled with notes and diagrams. "Okay, so we slip in via the catering entrance, snatch the presents, and make our exit through the bouncy castle." Molly's eyes danced with mischief. "And what about the partygoers? We can't exactly blend in with the diaper set." Bill chuckled. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan. I'll create a diversion –" he patted his pockets, producing a whoopee cushion "—while you swoop in and grab the loot." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're relying on a whoopee cushion to distract a room full of sugar-high kids and their helicopter parents?" Bill shrugged. "Hey, it's a classic."