Molly eyed the colorful banner that read "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" from behind a bush. "Bill, you sure about this?" "Positive. Trust me, Molly, nobody suspects thieves at a children’s party," Bill replied, peeking over the hedge. "That’s because normal thieves don’t crash kiddie parties. This is madness." "Madness? Nah. Genius. Look at all those presents. Easy pickings." "Just because it’s easy doesn’t mean it’s a good idea," Molly said, shaking her head. "What’s your plan, anyway?" "Simple. We pretend to be kids' entertainers." Molly snorted. "You, an entertainer? What, juggling? You can barely walk without tripping." Bill puffed his chest. "Balloon animals. I’ve been practicing!" "Oh, yeah? Show me." Bill pulled out a balloon and attempted to twist it, but it popped instantly. Molly laughed. "Impressive. Really." "Fine, I need more practice, but look, it’s foolproof. While I distract them, you gather the goods." "And how do we escape? With a train of balloons?" "Trampoline," Bill said with a grin. "A trampoline? Seriously?" "Yeah, bounce our way to freedom, like ninjas." Molly sighed. "Okay, fine. When do we start?" "Wait until the cake is cut. Everyone's always distracted by cake." Molly grinned. "You’re crazy, Bill, but let's do it. We're stealing presents at Timmy's party."