Molly tapped her pen against the blueprint of the community center. "So, we hit the party at 7 PM sharp. The clown's act will be in full swing, and no one will notice a couple of extra hands in the gift pile." Bill, chewing on a stale pretzel, squinted at the map. "You sure about this, Molls? We're talking about kids' birthday loot here. Not exactly the vault of the Federal Reserve." She rolled her eyes. "It's not just any party. It's the mayor's daughter's bash. Trust me, the presents will be worth our while." "Alright, alright. But what's our cover?" Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Easy. We go as... entertainers. You be the magician. I'll be the... balloon animal artist." Bill snorted. "Balloon animal artist? You can't even tie your shoes without a diagram." "Hey, I watched a YouTube tutorial. I'm practically a professional." "And I'm Houdini," Bill muttered, but a smile crept across his face. "Alright, let's get those balloons inflated and those rabbits ready." Molly clapped her hands. "Perfect. Operation 'Happy Unbirthday' is a go."