Molly leaned over the blueprints, her eyebrows dancing like excited caterpillars. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We infiltrate the party, pose as entertainers, and when the kids are busy with the piñata—" "We steal the presents," Bill finished, rubbing his hands together. "Genius! But what's our cover? I can't juggle, and you look terrible in face paint." Molly rolled her eyes. "We'll be the musical act. You play the guitar, I'll sing." Bill choked on his laughter. "Sing? Molly, you sound like a cat in a blender!" She smirked. "Exactly. The kids will be so horrified, they won't notice us slipping away with the goods." Bill chuckled, then paused. "But what about the birthday boy? Won't he be heartbroken?" Molly shrugged. "We'll leave him a note and a whoopee cushion. He'll get over it. Now, let's go make some kids' day... by ruining it."