Molly peered through the vibrant streamers adorning the entrance of the giggling children’s party. Balloons floated like tiny, colorful blimps, and a clown juggled near the cake table. "Are you sure about this?" Bill whispered, adjusting his oversized sunglasses. "I mean, kids love their presents." Molly smirked, her hands on her hips. "It’s all about the strategy, Bill. We go in, grab the loot, and sneak out. Simple as pie." "Right, except it’s not pie—it’s a birthday party! With parents! Who can smell suspicion from a mile away!" "Relax, they’ll be too busy with the piñata. We’ll blend right in." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Blend in? We’re wearing black! This is the worst stealth plan ever." Molly rolled her eyes. "It’s called irony, genius. Now, remember the code word?" Bill sighed. "Cupcake, or we’re doomed?" "Exactly. If anything goes wrong, just shout ‘cupcake’ and we’ll scatter." He nodded, glancing nervously at the cake. "I’m really hungry, though." Molly sighed. "Focus, Bill! We nab the gifts first. Eat later!" "Fine, but if I don’t get frosting, I’m blaming you." "Deal. Now let’s go be the worst party crashers ever!"