Molly and Bill sat hunched over a colorful, crudely drawn map of the party venue, their brows furrowed in concentration. The sound of children's laughter echoed in the distance, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the small, dimly lit room. "We'll enter through the back gate," Molly said, tracing the route with her finger. "The clown's performance will keep the kids distracted." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll take the west side; you take the east. We'll meet at the piñata." "Got it. Remember, only grab the presents that scream 'expensive.' No stuffed animals or coloring books." "Obviously," Bill scoffed. "I'm not an amateur." They exchanged a determined look, the thrill of the heist coursing through their veins. With a synchronized nod, they donned their disguises – a princess and a superhero – and crept towards their target, blending seamlessly into the chaotic world of the children's party.