Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering through the leaves at the chaos of the children's party unfolding in the backyard. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and shrieks filled the air. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, adjusting her ski mask. "Of course, Molly. Who's going to suspect two adults at a kid's party? We're practically invisible," Bill replied, grinning. "Invisible? You’re wearing a bright red shirt," Molly pointed out. "Details, details. Besides, it’s festive," Bill said, shrugging. "Okay, so what's the plan?" Molly asked, glancing nervously at the bouncing castle. "Simple. We blend in, grab the presents, and make a clean getaway," Bill explained, gesturing with his hands as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Blend in? Bill, we’re not exactly kid-sized," Molly said, raising an eyebrow. "That's why we brought these," Bill said, pulling out two oversized lollipops from his backpack. "Lollipops? Really?" Molly asked, incredulous. "Trust me, Molly. No one questions a person with a lollipop," Bill said confidently. "Fine, but what about the parents?" Molly asked, scanning the yard. "Easy. We just act like we belong. Smile, wave, maybe even do a little dance," Bill suggested, wiggling his hips. "A dance? You’ve lost it," Molly said, shaking her head. "Hey, it’s all about confidence. Now, are you ready?" Bill asked, standing up. "As ready as I’ll ever be," Molly sighed, following suit. They strolled into the backyard, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. A group of kids ran past them, giggling and chasing each other. "See? They don’t even notice us," Bill said, nodding towards the kids. "Yeah, but the parents might," Molly muttered, eyeing a group of adults near the snack table. "Just act natural," Bill whispered, taking a big lick of his lollipop. "Natural? I feel like a giant," Molly said, awkwardly holding her lollipop. "Relax. We’re just here for the presents," Bill reminded her, nodding towards the pile of brightly wrapped gifts. "Okay, let’s do this," Molly said, taking a deep breath. They casually made their way to the gift table, trying to look as if they were just admiring the wrapping paper. "Nice bows," Bill commented loudly, hoping to sound convincing. "Yeah, very... bow-y," Molly added, cringing at her own words. "Alright, on three, we grab and go," Bill whispered, eyeing the largest present. "One, two—" "Hey, you two!" a voice called out, stopping them in their tracks. Molly and Bill froze, turning slowly to see a little girl staring up at them. "Uh, hi there," Bill said, trying to sound friendly. "Are you here for the magic show?" the girl asked, eyes wide with excitement. "Magic show?" Molly repeated, glancing at Bill. "Yes! We love magic," Bill said quickly, nodding enthusiastically. "Great! It’s starting soon. Follow me!" the girl said, grabbing their hands and pulling them towards a makeshift stage. "Bill, what do we do now?" Molly hissed as they were dragged along. "Improvise," Bill whispered back, trying to keep his smile from faltering. As they were led away, Molly couldn’t help but laugh. "Only us, Bill. Only us."