Molly and Bill crouched in the bushes outside the brightly lit community center, watching the children squeal with delight as they ran around the bouncy castle. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We slip in through the back door while the clown's doing his stupid balloon animal thing. I'll distract Mrs. Henderson, the one with the loud floral dress and the even louder voice, while you grab the presents." "Distract her with what, exactly?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. Molly smiled slyly. "I've got just the thing. Trust me, she won't know what hit her." Bill chuckled. "You always did have a way with distractions, Molly." They waited for the right moment, their eyes peeled for any sign of the clown's departure. Finally, he began his tedious balloon animal routine, and the children gathered around him, mesmerized. Molly and Bill made their move, slipping into the building unnoticed. They crept down the hallway, their hearts pounding in their chests. Molly reached the door to the main room and gave it a gentle push. It swung open silently. She glanced back at Bill, who nodded in approval. "Go time," Molly whispered.