Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering at the chaos of balloons and children in the backyard. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, eyeing a particularly aggressive game of tag. "Of course, Molly. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's party?" Bill grinned, adjusting his ski mask. "Right, because nothing says 'inconspicuous' like two adults in ski masks at a birthday bash," Molly retorted, rolling her eyes. "Relax. We blend in, grab the loot, and we're out," Bill assured her, nodding towards the pile of brightly wrapped gifts. "Blend in? Bill, I don't think we can pass for eight-year-olds," Molly said, glancing at her reflection in a nearby window. "Details, details. Just follow my lead," Bill insisted, inching closer to the fence. "Your lead got us stuck in a petting zoo last time," Molly reminded him, crossing her arms. "Hey, those goats were vicious," Bill defended, shuddering at the memory. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you," Molly sighed, reluctantly following. "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids cry," Bill chuckled, vaulting over the fence. "You're terrible," Molly muttered, shaking her head as she climbed after him.