Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the bustling backyard filled with giddy children in party hats. "This is our moment," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Those presents are practically begging to be liberated." Bill frowned, scratching his scruffy chin. "I don't know, Mol. A kids' party? It feels a bit low, even for us." "Please," Molly scoffed. "These spoiled brats won't even miss their presents. We'll be doing their parents a favor by teaching them a lesson in sharing." "I suppose you have a point," Bill conceded. "So, what's the plan?" "Simple. I'll create a distraction, you grab the gifts. We'll be in and out before anyone realizes what's happening." "As long as the distraction doesn't involve clowns," Bill shuddered. "I hate clowns." Molly rolled her eyes. "No clowns, I promise. Just a good old-fashioned water balloon to the face of the birthday boy. That'll send them into a tizzy." With a mischievous grin, Bill nodded. "Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm telling them you made me do it." "Deal," Molly agreed, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "Now, let the heist begin!"