Molly and Bill stood behind the bush, peeking at the chaotic fun unfolding at the backyard birthday party. “Bill, are you really sure this is a good idea?” Molly whispered, eyeing the bouncing castle. “Of course, it is! Who guards presents at a kid's party?” Bill grinned. “Parents! Wise ones are lurking everywhere,” Molly retorted, pointing to a mom donning a sun hat like a detective’s cap. “Relax, we’ll pretend to be part of the entertainment. You’re the whimsical face painter, I’m the amusing balloon guy." “Balancing on that tightrope of terrible ideas, are we?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Hey, it’s foolproof!” Bill nudged her. “Easy in, easy out.” “Tell that to Tommy the Toddler who looks like he’s got a vendetta against clowns.” She nodded toward an intense-looking toddler gripping a bat-shaped balloon. “I’ll distract him with a dinosaur twist. Trust me, kids dig dinosaurs." “Unless he’s Team Unicorn,” Molly deadpanned. “Then we improvise. I’ll make a... unicornosaurus! Craze of the season, I hear.” “You make things up way too easily. Like, this entire plan.” Bill smirked, “And yet you’re here.” Molly sighed, drawing her face paints. “Just keep the parents distracted, and leave the unicornosaurus to me.”