Molly peered through the ornate gates, her eyes narrowing as she calculated the best route to the mountain of brightly wrapped presents. The garden was a riot of color, balloons bobbing gently in the breeze, and kids scampering about with sticky fingers and wide grins. Bill stood beside her, tapping his foot impatiently. “I still think this is a bad idea,” Bill muttered, scanning the chaotic scene. Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Since when did you grow a conscience, Bill? It’s a kiddie party, not Fort Knox. We’ll be in and out, and they’ll never notice.” Bill sighed, glancing at the balloons nervously. "You know they're kids, right? Not, like, mini security guards." She stifled a laugh, giving him a nudge. "Relax, will you? Kids can be easily distracted. We just need a diversion. What about the puppet show?” Bill frowned, rubbing his chin. “The one on stage already? Too risky. We need something more... explosive.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “Not literally, I hope?” He smirked, shaking his head. “Nah. Just need a bit of chaos. Remember that time with the sprinklers?” Molly grinned. “Perfect. You take care of that. I’ll handle the loot.” “Deal,” Bill said, finally cracking a smile as they secured their plan.