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 the bouncy castle. "Of course, Molly. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's party?" Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized sunglasses. "But what if we get caught? I don't want to end up in a clown car chase," Molly said, glancing nervously at the face-painted entertainer. "Relax, Molly. We blend in, grab the loot, and we're out. Easy peasy," Bill assured, patting the duffel bag. "Blend in? Bill, we're not exactly dressed for a party," Molly pointed out, gesturing to their all-black attire. "Details, details. Just act like you belong," Bill replied, shrugging. "Okay, but if anyone asks, we're the balloon animal specialists," Molly suggested, trying to sound confident. "Balloon animals? I can barely tie my shoelaces," Bill chuckled. "Then let's hope no one asks for a giraffe," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "Alright, on three. One, two—" "Wait, Bill! What if they have a guard dog?" Molly interrupted, suddenly panicked. "Then we offer it a squeaky toy and hope for the best," Bill winked. "You're impossible," Molly sighed, shaking her head. "That's why you love me," Bill smirked, ready to make their move.