Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, the sounds of a children's party spilling over the lawn. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and laughter rang out like a siren song of chaos. "Bill, remind me again why we're targeting a kids' party?" Molly whispered, adjusting her black beanie. "Because, my dear Molly, children are notoriously bad at remembering faces," Bill replied with a smirk, his gloved hands fidgeting with a lockpick. "But won't it be suspicious when they see two adults trying to mingle with a bunch of five-year-olds?" Her voice held a mixture of skepticism and amusement. "That's the beauty of it," Bill said, eyes gleaming. "We'll be in and out before they even know what hit them." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "This better be worth it. If we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Well then," Bill grinned, "let's make sure we don't get caught." They exchanged a quick, conspiratorial nod before sneaking toward the bounce house, blending into the background noise of gleeful shrieks and bouncy chaos.