Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of potted plants, their eyes fixed on the inflatable castle that dominated the backyard. The laughter of children and the pop of balloons filled the air, but to them, it was just the sweet sound of opportunity. Molly tugged at her ski mask, a stark contrast to the sunny day, and whispered to Bill, who was fidgeting with a bag of tools. "Are you sure about this, Bill? A children’s party?" Molly asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "Absolutely. Think of all the loot. Better yet, think of the distraction," Bill replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Molly sighed, adjusting her backpack. "Fine, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you." "Deal." Bill grinned, pulling out a pair of binoculars. "Now, let’s case the joint. I need to know the lay of the land." Molly rolled her eyes but peered through the binoculars. "Okay, the presents are stacked by the picnic table. There’s a clown by the bounce house, and the parents are huddled around the grill." "Perfect. The clown should keep the kids busy, and the parents will be too distracted by their charred burgers to notice us." Bill nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Let’s do this, then. But remember, no making a scene," Molly warned, her tone serious. Bill flashed a mischievous smile. "Would I ever?"