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 with the clowns," Bill said, nodding towards a juggler dropping balls nearby. "Blend in? Bill, we look like we're about to rob a bank, not crash a party," Molly sighed. "Details, details. Now, what's the plan?" Bill asked, pulling out a crumpled map of the backyard. "We sneak in, grab the presents, and make a run for it," Molly explained, pointing at the gift table. "And if we get caught?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "We improvise. Maybe pretend we're surprise entertainment," Molly suggested with a smirk. "Great, because my balloon animal skills are top-notch," Bill chuckled. "Focus, Bill. We need to be quick," Molly urged. "Alright, let's do this. For the love of cake and chaos," Bill declared, inching forward. "Here goes nothing," Molly muttered, following him.