Molly adjusted the strap of her duffel bag and glanced at Bill, who was nervously bouncing on his heels. "This is the easiest gig we've ever had," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "Easy? We're breaking into a kid's party. Isn't that a bit...low?" Bill replied, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. "Low? It's genius! Who suspects a children's party heist? Plus, think of all those unguarded presents," Molly countered. "What if one of the kids notices us?" Bill asked, his voice edging towards panic. Molly sighed, exasperated. "We'll be in and out before they even notice the clown's gone for a bathroom break. Now, are you in or out?" Bill hesitated, then nodded. "I'm in. But if we get caught, I'm blaming the guy in the dog suit." Molly rolled her eyes. "Deal. Let's go." They crept towards the backyard, avoiding the bouncy castle and the piñata. "Have you ever noticed how suspiciously well-organized these parties are?" Bill whispered. "Focus, Bill. Just grab the presents and don't trip over a tricycle." As they slipped inside, Molly nudged a giant teddy bear to hide their entry. "Bill, grab the big ones first. We can sell the video games later." "Got it. Oh, and happy birthday," he muttered, stuffing a pile of gifts into his bag.