Molly crouched behind a stack of colorful party chairs, her eyes scanning the garden festooned with balloons and streamers. Beside her, Bill fiddled with a tiny walkie-talkie, camouflaged in a clown's oversized tie. "Bill, focus. We get in, we grab the loot, we get out. Kids' parties are chaotic—we blend in, no problem." Molly whispered, her gaze fixed on the stash of wrapped gifts piled under a giant, glittering banner reading 'Happy Birthday Tommy!' Bill nodded, adjusting his fake clown nose. "Right, right. But what if someone asks us to make balloon animals? I can only do worms." "Then today, we love worms," Molly retorted, rolling her eyes. "Stick to the plan. I'll handle the distractions, you handle the loot. Easy." "Are we really doing this?" Bill's voice wavered slightly. Molly shot him a look. "Yes, now let's move before they cut the cake. Once that happens, it's every thief for themselves." They shuffled towards the party, mingling with a group of unsuspecting parents. As Molly started a fierce debate over the best type of birthday cake to camouflage their true intent, Bill edged closer to the mountain of gifts, his heart beating wildly against his faux clown chest.