Molly and Bill lurked behind a dumpster, surveying the brightly colored banner that read "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" in bold, bubbly letters. The tantalizing sounds of laughter and popping balloons filled the air, and they couldn't help but grin at the thought of the loot that awaited them. Molly elbowed Bill in the ribs. "Check out that mountain of gifts. I bet there's some prime swag in there." "Mmm, I can almost taste the brand-new video games now," Bill replied, licking his lips. Molly scanned the area, taking note of the security cameras and bored-looking event staff. "Alright, here's the plan. We'll wait until the cake comes out, then sneak in during the chaos. You distract the staff with some sort of commotion, and I'll grab as many presents as I can." "Got it. Leave the distraction to me," Bill said, rubbing his hands together. As the music swelled, they watched Timmy blow out his candles, and the crowd erupted in cheers. It was time to make their move. Bill slipped off towards the DJ booth while Molly dashed towards the presents, her heart racing with excitement. After a few seconds of fumbling, Bill managed to trip over an electrical cord, sending the speakers crashing to the ground. Shrieks of surprise echoed through the party as the staff rushed to assess the damage. Seizing the opportunity, Molly moved quickly, shoving armfuls of presents into her oversized bag. Just as she was about to make her escape, a small hand tugged at her sleeve. "Excuse me, ma'am? I think you dropped this." Molly looked down to see a little girl holding out a wrapped present with a bow on top. She hesitated for a moment before offering the girl a wink and a smile. "Why thank you, sweetheart. I don't know how I could've forgotten it." With a final glance around the party, Molly made her exit, disappearing into the night with the precious cargo in tow.