Molly peered through the fence slats, watching the chaos of colorful balloons and laughing kids. "Okay, Bill, how do we get in there?" Bill adjusted his fake moustache, eyes gleaming. "Simple! We crash the party as ‘entertainers.’ I mean, who wouldn’t want a juggling thief?" "Right. Because nothing says ‘fun’ like a clown with sticky fingers." “Hey, jesters are trusted! We can just say we’re... ‘surprise guests.’” “Surprise thieves, more like. What’s the plan for the presents? We can’t just stuff them in our pockets.” “Leave that to me! I brought a giant duffel bag disguised as a piñata. Grandma will never see it coming!” “Great, and how do we distract everyone?” “Easy! You juggle, and I’ll pretend to faint into the cake. Ultimate distraction!” He winked. “Perfect. You’re going to end up face-first in frosting, I swear.” “Only if you don’t stop them from eating it first! Once I crash, you swoop in for the loot.” Molly crossed her arms, smirking. “Alright, just promise me you won’t actually faint. We need to be in and out quick!” “Fainting is half the show! Trust me, it’s all part of the plan!” Molly sighed, shaking her head. “What have I gotten myself into?”