Molly and Bill were seated in a dilapidated van, their eyes glinting with mischief as they pored over a map of the area. "So, are we clear on the plan?" Molly asked, her nervous energy palpable. Bill nodded, his greasy hair falling into his eyes. "Yeah, I got it. We break into the party, scope out the presents, and make our move when there are fewer kids around." He chuckled darkly. "Fun, right?" Molly shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I guess. But we have to be careful not to get caught." She snapped her gum, and Bill rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I've got this covered." They drove to the neighborhood where the party was taking place, Molly's heart beating fast in her chest. Bill pulled into an alleyway and killed the engine. "Alright, let's do this," he said, opening the door. They crept towards the house, Molly's dress snagging on a cigarette butt on the ground. As they approached the back door, they heard giggling and Princess Elsa songs coming from inside. Bill grinned, his gold tooth glinting. "Perfect timing," he whispered. They pushed open the door and stepped into a chaotic scene -colorful streamers hung from the ceiling, pizza boxes littered the floor, and a group of toddlers danced around with sparklers in their hands. For a moment, Molly was struck by the absurdity of it all. But then she remembered why she was there. With a quick glance at Bill, they made their move.