The fluorescent glow of the children's party decorations reflected off the frosting on the birthday cake, making it look like a sugar-coated miniature sunbeams. Molly adjusted her designer cat ears, which she had carefully crafted to not only aid her in sneak mode but also to add an extra layer of intimidation to the scene. Next to her, Bill fidgeted with the handles of his duffel bag, his eyes darting towards the stack of gift-wrapped boxes. "Alright, got the maps, got the security team's schedule," Bill muttered, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate. "We're golden." Molly nodded, her ponytail bobbing with the motion. "But what about the birthday boy? We can't let him see us in all our...glory." "His parents will take care of him, trust me," Bill whispered. "He'll be too busy screaming 'Happy Birthday' to notice a thing." As if on cue, a tiny tot's wail pierced the air, followed by the promise of an impending sugar-fueled meltdown. Molly exchanged a look with Bill, who gave her a reassuring smile. The clock struck the designated strike time, and Molly slipped into stealth mode, melting into the corner of the crowded party zone.