The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow upon the backyard teeming with colorful balloons and streamers. Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, plotting their whimsical caper with as much seriousness as their profession allowed. "This is, without doubt, the dumbest job we've ever taken," Molly muttered, adjusting her mask of questionable discretion, shaped like a duck. Bill chuckled softly, peeking through the leaves. "Lighten up, Molly. It's a party. How hard can stealing kids' presents be?" "Imagine explaining this when we get caught. 'Yes, officer, we were just borrowing them for future references,' right?" Bill waved a hand dismissively. "We'll be out before they even notice. Quick like bunnies." “Bunnies, Bill? Really? We're masters of crime!" Molly pointed to the towering cake on a folding table. "Think we can grab a slice, too?" Bill shrugged. "Eh, why not? We're already crashing this shindig. Might as well crash hard." Molly rolled her eyes but stifled a grin. "Alright, what's the plan, maestro?" Bill grinned, pulling out a plastic fork. "The usual—larceny with a dollop of frosting." With a final nod, they slunk from their leafy cover, a pair of shadowy titans descending into the bright, bubbling chaos of sugar-fueled revelry.