Molly leaned back in her chair, pursing her lips. "So, it's all set. Security cameras are minimal, and the birthday kid's parents are about as sharp as a dimwit's toenail clippers." She tapped her finger on the party blueprint. "Now for the getaway trick. We need a quick exit, something more creative than our usual dumpster dive." Bill, biting into an intricately decorated cupcake, offered, "How about a hot air balloon?" She tilted her head, intrigued. "A balloon? That's... actually pretty remarkable, as long as the park's clear. Where we going to get it though? Surely we're not buying it." "No, the clown who does balloon animals here owns one. Sorry, had to infiltrate his life a little. We'll just become balloon artists and learn the ropes from the inside, literally." "Oh, you've thought of everything, haven't you?" Molly smirked, appreciating Bill's elaborate planning. "So, our cover, the jingle our bells, we're going under the name Twisted Twins, with some pre-made balloons and a juggling routine. No one will suspect a thing." "Unless we drop a present or juggle clumsily, but let's not think about that." Bill's expression turned grim, then he cracked a smile. "The presents... let's divvy them up by size, first load into our packs, then store the rest in the basket. We're out in sixty seconds. No more." Molly winked, "Sixty seconds? Ain't nobody's ever timed us like that. You're pushing us to our limits, but for the challenge, I'll do it. Though, part of me'll miss not melting cake at the end." Bill's jaw stretched into a cunning grin. "Don't worry, we'll find cake after this, but first, let's make sure to be the shining stars of this bash." He stood up, offering his hand. Molly took it, and they sewed the deal with a firm grip. "Alright, Twisted Twins, let's dance with destiny tonight."