Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated party. “Look at all those presents, Bill!” “Yeah, they’re practically begging to be stolen,” he replied, licking his lips. “But we need a plan.” “A plan? How about I distract them with my amazing balloon animal skills?” she suggested, puffing up her chest. “Right, and then I’ll waltz in like a ninja?” Bill chuckled. “You? A balloon artist?” “Hey, I’ve got skills! Besides, you can’t just stroll in there.” “Trust me, I can pull off a ninja stroll,” he snorted. “What’s the actual distraction?” “What if I wear a clown wig? They’ll be too busy laughing to notice you!” “Clowns? Seriously, you want them to scream instead?” “Alright, how about I do a magic trick? ‘Ta-da! Bill’s behind you!’” “Perfect! They’ll be dazzled and then terrorized,” Bill shook his head. “Brilliant idea, Molly.” “Thank you! Now we just need disguises.” “Right, because slipping into a children’s party in black jumpsuits screams ‘happy birthday!’” “Fine! We’ll go as oversized mascots! No one expects the giant giraffe to steal their loot!” “I’ll take the role of that suspicious giraffe. I look fabulous in polka dots, don’t you think?” “Exactly! Time to party crash!”