Molly adjusted her polka-dot bandana, surveying the bustling park from behind a large oak tree. "Alright, Bill, you're sure the birthday boy is the son of that tech mogul?" Bill, rifling through his backpack, smirked. "Yep, presents are gonna be tech toys loaded with cash. Jackpot city." "Let's be quick, though," Molly said. "I don't need another run-in with security like last time. Those mall cops have a nasty habit of remembering faces." Bill tossed her a pair of oversized sunglasses. "You worry too much. These kids won't know what hit them. We're ninjas!" Molly chuckled. "Ninjas with a penchant for sparkly wrapping paper. Ready?" They exchanged a conspiratorial grin and darted towards the festivities, blending seamlessly with the throng of over-excited children and distracted parents.