Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and nudged Bill. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she whispered, her eyes darting around. Bill grinned, his teeth flashing in the sunlight. "Piece of cake. We go in, grab the presents, and get out. No one will even notice." Molly frowned, glancing at the pile of brightly wrapped gifts under the tree. "But it's a kids' party, Bill. Isn't this a bit... low?" Bill shrugged, pulling a clown mask from his bag. "Desperate times, Molly. Besides, think of it as redistributing joy." Molly sighed, reluctantly pulling out her own mask, a garish unicorn. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill chuckled, adjusting his mask. "Deal. Now, remember the plan. You distract the kids with your balloon animals, and I'll handle the presents." Molly rolled her eyes but nodded. "Alright, let's do this." They slipped out from behind the bushes, blending into the party with surprising ease. Molly started twisting balloons into shapes, drawing the children's attention, while Bill edged closer to the gift pile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.