Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the bustling children's party in the backyard. Colorful balloons bobbed merrily in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and music drifted toward them. "I still think this is a terrible idea," Molly hissed, biting her lip. "Stealing presents from kids? That's low, even for us." Bill sneered, "Oh, come off it. You know these rich brats will just get more presents anyway. We're doing them a favor, teaching them that life isn't fair." Molly rolled her eyes. "Says the guy who wanted to steal a circus elephant last month. How, exactly, are we going to get all those presents out of here without being caught?" "A classic distraction technique, my dear." Bill grinned slyly. "I'll sneak in, grab the goods, and be out in a flash. You just need to keep them occupied." "And how do you propose I do that?" Molly asked dubiously. Bill shrugged. "Improvised clown performance? Mimic an alarm going off? I don't know, use your imagination! Just stall them until I give the signal." Molly sighed heavily. "This is going to end badly. I just know it." "Don't be such a worrywart," Bill chided, already slinking toward the party. "At least try to have a little fun with it, will you?" Molly watched him go, shaking her head. "Fun. Right," she muttered. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the hedge and approached the party, a forced grin plastered on her face. Time to distract a bunch of kids and hope Bill didn't get them both arrested.