“Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” Molly whispered, peering through the bushes at the colorful balloons bobbing in the breeze. “Of course it’s a good idea! Look at all those presents! It's literally a treasure trove for us!” Bill replied, excitement dancing in his eyes. “But it's a kid’s party,” Molly said, wincing as a gaggle of children shrieked with laughter, a cupcake fight breaking out. “Exactly! Who will notice two thieves? They’ll be too busy with cake and games!” Bill grinned, adjusting his black mask. “Right, because nothing screams ‘professional thief’ like a black mask at a birthday party!” Molly shot back, rolling her eyes. “Okay, okay. No mask. But we still need a plan!” Bill said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “First, we mingle, blend in. How about we grab some party hats?” “Party hats? You think wearing a hat is enough to disguise us?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “Look, it’s the most festive thing we can do! Plus, we’ll get free snacks,” Bill reasoned, tugging on a red-and-white striped hat he had pulled from his backpack. “Free snacks? Now you’re talking my language. But seriously, what happens when one of the parents sees us?” Molly crossed her arms. “Then we charm them! We’ll be like professional party crashers,” Bill said, puffing out his chest. “By charming them, you mean con them out of their candy, right?” Molly clarified, suppressing a giggle. “Exactly! I’ll tell them I’m the magician’s assistant. You can say you’re my trusty sidekick! Everyone loves a magician!” Bill declared, a sparkle in his eye. “Magician’s assistant? This is getting ridiculous,” Molly sighed, but a smile crept onto her face. “Alright, let’s say we get away with the presents. How do we even carry them?” “With style, of course!” Bill said, gesturing dramatically. “Remember the collapsible duffel bags I brought? We pop them out, stuff everything in, and voilà! We vanish like Houdini!” “Right. Vanishing, but not when you trip over a kid with sticky fingers,” Molly scoffed, gesturing towards a kid covered in frosting. “Look at that one! He’s dangerous.” “Kids can be threatening,” Bill agreed, chuckling. “But hey, speaking of sticky, did you see the kid with the cotton candy?” “Bill! Focus!” Molly laughed, shaking her head. “We’re here for the toys, not for a sugar rush.” “Okay, okay. How about we time it? Wait for a moment of chaos, like when they do the ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey.’” “Ah yes, classic distraction tactic. Kids are like, ‘OOOH, I want to pin the tail!’ And we’re just snatching gifts,” Molly said, nodding. “Okay, but if we get caught—” “We won't get caught!” Bill interrupted, confidence radiating. “Trust me! I have a plan!” “A plan, huh? I hope it’s not just ‘wing it and hope nobody sees us,’” Molly teased. “Hey! That’s a legitimate strategy!” Bill protested, folding his arms. “Alright, so we’ll wing it with style. Game face on!” “Okay, Mr. Game Face,” Molly said, stifling another giggle. “Let’s just keep our eyes open and our bags ready.” “Right! We’re going to be the Bonnie and Clyde of birthday parties,” Bill said, puffing out his chest once more. “More like the Bonnie and Clyde of getting caught by angry parents,” Molly shot back, grinning as they both crept toward the chaos of colorful cake and presents.