Molly and Bill crouched behind the large, decorative bushes, their eyes fixed on the colorful chaos unfolding in the backyard. Squeals of laughter erupted as the children darted around, their bags of candy flapping like tiny capes. The presents, neatly stacked on a table under a garland of balloons, glimmered tantalizingly in the afternoon sun. Molly nudged Bill with her elbow. “We can’t just walk in. What’s the plan?” Bill, fiddling with a pair of oversized sunglasses, replied, “We blend in. Act like we’re part of the entertainment. You got that clown nose, right?” “Of course,” Molly whispered, pulling out a bright red nose from her pocket. “Don’t think they’ll notice?” Bill glanced down at his polka-dotted tie and nodded, “Kids aren’t the sharpest. Besides, with all that sugar, they won’t remember a thing.” Molly peered through the leaves, assessing the terrain. “How do we sneak out with the loot?” Bill grinned, pointing to a large toy chest near the fence. “Stash the presents in there. I'll distract them with balloon animals.” “If they get suspicious?” Molly asked, a hint of worry in her voice. Bill laughed softly, “We make a quick exit through the bushes. It’s foolproof.” Molly chuckled, “Well, here goes nothing.”