Molly perched on the edge of the plastic jungle gym, her black ski mask hanging around her neck like an absurd necklace. Bill, equally unmasked, was balancing on a see-saw, clipboard in hand. "Seriously, Bill, a children's party?" Molly questioned, eyebrows raised as if daring him to explain. "Think about it, Molly," Bill said. "Nobody suspects a thing. Easy in, easy out. All the parents are distracted by sugar-fueled chaos." Molly glanced at the rainbow-colored bounce house towering over the yard, deflated and somber in the late afternoon sun. It stood as a quiet sentinel, bearing witness to their questionable scheme. "I guess balloons do have a certain sort of... natural camouflage." "Exactly," Bill chimed, eyes on the clipboard. "Diversion is key. I’ll handle the cake—nothing says panic like frosting on the floor." "While I slide in and liberate the presents?" Molly smiled, now catching the whiff of opportunity. "Precisely," Bill confirmed, hopping off the see-saw. "Just remember: stealth mode. And don't step on any squeaky toys." "Got it, boss," Molly responded, slipping her mask back on. The duo made their way toward the backyard, their laughter drowned out by the party favor horns echoing in the distance.