"So, we're agreed then?" Bill's voice was hushed, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. "We go in when the parents are distracted, grab the goods, and get out. Easy peasy, right?" "Like a walk in the park," Molly replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Except, you know, with more screaming kids and terrified clowns." "Terrified clowns?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on!" Molly rolled her eyes. "You've seen those poor souls at kids' parties. They're traumatized, the lot of 'em." Bill snorted, covering his mouth with a gloved hand. "Fair enough. Can't say I blame 'em, really. All those sugar-high kids... like a swarm of bees." "Focus, Bill. We've got work to do. I'll keep an eye on the parents, make sure they don't suspect a thing. You grab the presents and get them to the van. We're in and out in five minutes, got it?" "Got it, Boss." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Let's do this." With a swift movement, they both stepped out of the shadows, heading towards the laughter and chaos of the children's party.