Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, watching the children's party in full swing. Colorful balloons bobbed merrily in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. "This is our chance," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Look at all those presents, just waiting to be liberated." Bill cocked an eyebrow. "Liberated? Is that what we're calling it now?" "Shhh!" Molly hushed him. "Do you want to get caught before we even start?" "Fine, fine. So, what's the plan?" Molly smirked. "I'll create a distraction, and while everyone's focused on me, you sneak in and grab the goods." "Risky. What if they catch you?" "Don't worry about me. I can handle a few toddlers." Molly winked. "Just make sure you get those presents and get out fast. We'll meet up at the usual spot." Bill sighed. "Alright, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." As the children cheered for a birthday cake, Molly took a deep breath. "Showtime. Get ready to run, partner." With that, she leaped from the bushes, brandishing a comically large water pistol. The children squealed in delight, giving Bill the perfect opportunity to slip inside and make off with the spoils.