"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, eyes scanning the crowded playground. "We blend in with the parents, casual-like. No one suspects a thing." Bill adjusted his fake mustache and gave a thumbs-up. "Blending in, you say? I gotcha. Like a chameleon in a bowl of fruit loops." Molly chuckled. "Exactly. Now, once we're inside, we keep our eyes peeled for the presents. They're usually stashed somewhere out of the way, but accessible enough for cake time." "Gotcha. So, we waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out," Bill said, winking. "Simple as pie." "Not so fast. We need a distraction. A good one," Molly cautioned. "Think kid-friendly. What do kids love more than anything?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Balloons! We set off a bunch of them near the entrance. Everyone rushes to see the commotion, and we slip out the back." Molly nodded. "Perfect. And remember, no huffing helium this time. Last thing we need is you talking like Donald Duck."