"Bill, are you sure this is the right address?" Molly whispered, peering through the bushes at the brightly decorated house. "Of course, I'm sure," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "I double-checked the invite. Little Timmy's birthday bash, 123 Maple Street. This is it." "Okay, but why a children's party? Couldn't we have picked something less... chaotic?" Molly asked, her eyes darting to the inflatable castle in the yard. "Think about it, Molly. Who's gonna suspect two adults at a kid's party? We blend in, grab the presents, and we're out. Easy peasy." "Blend in? Bill, we're wearing ski masks." "Details, details. We'll take them off once we're inside. Now, remember the plan?" "Yeah, yeah. We sneak in through the back, mingle with the parents, and then make our way to the gift table. But what if someone recognizes us?" "Relax, Molly. No one here knows us. Besides, we'll be in and out before anyone notices. Just act natural." "Natural? At a children's party? You know I hate kids, right?" "Just smile and nod. How hard can it be?" "Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's move." They crept around the side of the house, avoiding the gaze of a clown making balloon animals. Molly shuddered. "Clowns. Why did it have to be clowns?" "Focus, Molly. We're almost there." They reached the back door, which was conveniently left ajar. Bill pushed it open slowly, and they slipped inside. "Okay, we're in. Now what?" Molly asked, glancing around the kitchen. "First, lose the masks," Bill said, pulling his off. "We don't want to scare the kids." "Too late for that," Molly muttered, but she complied. They walked into the living room, where a group of parents were chatting. A woman with a tray of cupcakes approached them. "Hello! You must be Timmy's friends' parents. I'm Sarah, Timmy's mom." "Uh, yes! That's us," Bill said, forcing a smile. "I'm Bill, and this is Molly." "Nice to meet you! Help yourselves to some snacks. The kids are in the backyard." "Thanks, we will," Molly said, grabbing a cupcake. "So, Bill, where's the gift table?" "Over there, by the window," Bill whispered, nodding towards a pile of brightly wrapped presents. "Perfect. Let's make our move." They casually strolled over to the gift table, trying to look inconspicuous. Molly picked up a large box with a bow. "Wow, look at this one. Must be something good inside." "Focus, Molly. We need to grab as many as we can and get out." "Right. Sorry." They started stuffing presents into a large bag they had brought, trying to act natural. Suddenly, a little boy ran up to them. "Hey! What are you doing with the presents?" "Uh, we're just... organizing them," Bill said, sweating. "Yeah, making sure they're all in order," Molly added, forcing a grin. "Okay, but that's my present you're holding," the boy said, pointing to the box in Molly's hands. "Oh, this? We were just... admiring it," Molly said, handing it back. "Thanks! It's from my grandma," the boy said, running off. "That was close," Bill muttered. "Let's hurry up." They continued stuffing the bag until it was full. Just as they were about to make their escape, Sarah approached them again. "Leaving so soon? The party's just getting started!" "Uh, yeah, we have another engagement," Bill said, trying to edge towards the door. "Well, thanks for coming! And don't forget your goodie bags," Sarah said, handing them each a small bag of candy. "Thanks," Molly said, taking the bag. "We'll just be going now." They hurried out the door, the bag of presents slung over Bill's shoulder. "See? Told you it would be easy," Bill said, grinning. "Yeah, easy," Molly replied, rolling her eyes. "Let's just get out of here before someone notices." They sprinted down the street, the sound of children's laughter fading behind them.