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. Easy peasy," Bill assured her, nodding confidently. "Blend in? Bill, we don't even have a gift!" Molly pointed out, gesturing to the pile of brightly wrapped presents. "That's the beauty of it. We take one, pretend it's ours, and then swap it with the others," Bill explained, as if it were the most obvious plan in the world. "And what if someone asks who we're here for?" Molly challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Simple. We say we're friends of... uh, Timmy!" Bill declared, snapping his fingers. "Timmy? The birthday boy's name is Lucy," Molly corrected, shaking her head. "Details, details. Let's just get in there," Bill urged, inching forward. "Fine, but if we get caught, you're explaining this to the parents," Molly warned, following him reluctantly.