Molly crouched behind a giant inflatable unicorn, peering through her binoculars at the chaotic scene of the birthday party. “Bill, can you believe this? They’ve got enough gifts to stock a small store!” Bill grinned, adjusting his mask. “I’ve always wanted to be a toy millionaire! What’s the plan?” “Simple. We wait until they’re distracted with the clown. No one can resist a guy balloon animals.” “Right. Clowns!” Bill winced. “Why do they always have to be so creepy? I’d rather face a guard dog!” “Focus, Bill! While they’re screaming for a giraffe balloon, we’ll make our move.” Molly gestured toward a long table piled high with brightly wrapped gifts. “When I give the signal, we grab the biggest ones, preferably the ones with ‘To Tommy’ tags.” “I hope Tommy’s not some kind of martial arts prodigy,” he joked. “I’m more of a soft-heist kind of thief.” Molly chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ll be in and out like ninjas!” “Or chubby squirrels,” Bill added, snickering. “So, operation ‘Present Predators’ is a go?” “Absolutely! Now, shhh! Here comes the clown!” As the misplaced joy of balloons overtook the party, the duo dashed toward the treasures, ready for their second childhood.