Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the fence at the vibrant chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and laughter echoed like a siren call. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her mask. Bill, fiddling with a pair of oversized sunglasses, grinned. “Come on, Molly! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove of joy!” “Joy? You mean a treasure trove of angry parents when they realize their gifts are gone!” Molly shot back, her eyes darting to a group of kids devouring cake. “Relax! We’ll be in and out before they even notice. Just like ninjas!” Bill puffed out his chest, striking a pose. “Ninjas? More like clumsy raccoons,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “What’s the plan?” “Simple. We create a distraction. You know, like a balloon animal explosion!” He gestured wildly, nearly knocking over a nearby garden gnome. “Right, because nothing says stealth like a balloon animal explosion,” Molly replied, crossing her arms. “What if we just… ask for the presents?” “Ask? At a kids’ party? You’re adorable, Molly. Now, let’s get those gifts!” Bill winked, and they both snuck toward the gate.