"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We slide into this shindig like we own the place." Bill adjusted his spectacles, eyebrow raised. "Slide in? Molly, there'll be balloons, games, and screaming kids everywhere." "Precisely," Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. "They'll be too busy giggling and stuffing their faces with cake to notice us." "Notice us doing what, exactly?" Bill asked, a hint of skepticism creeping into his voice. "Swiping the loot," Molly said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The presents, Bill. All those wrapped up goodies. It's a goldmine!" "You mean steal from children?" Bill asked, his voice hushed with ethical qualms. "Not from the children," Molly clarified, rolling her eyes. "From the parents. They're the ones who bought the presents, right? They're the ones with the money. Think of it as a tax on bad taste in party favors." Bill sighed, but a mischievous glint sparked in his eye. "And how do you propose we 'slide in' exactly? These folks are gonna be suspicious of two adults lurking around a Chuck E. Cheese's." Molly grinned, producing a pair of oversized mouse ears and a plastic bow tie from her handbag. "Disguises, my friend. We'll be the world's most convincing party crashers." Bill stared at the ears, then back at Molly. "You're serious?" "Deadly," Molly confirmed, already slipping on the ears. "Now, get in character. We're about to become the most unexpected guests this children's party has ever seen."