Molly peered out from behind the bushes, her eyes fixed on the bright blue and yellow balloons tied to the mailbox. "Looks like the festivities are in full swing, Bill." She motioned for him to take a gander. Bill poked his head around the bush, his greasy hair getting tangled in a few errant leaves. He surveyed the yard, taking in the chaos of sugar-fueled children chasing each other around the piñata-draped patio. "And we're sure this is the party we want to hit? I mean, it's not exactly the most lucrative gig, is it?" Molly gave him a sly grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's not about the cash, Bill. It's about the sheer delight of ruining a bunch of spoiled brats' birthdays. And besides, those presents are basically unguarded treasure just waiting for us to swoop in." Bill's expression transformed from skeptical to sold. "Alright, you've convinced me. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you for the whole fiasco." He snapped his fingers, donning a ridiculous grin. "I've got the kid-distracting skills on lockdown. Lead the way, partner in crime."