Molly unfolded the map of the Sudbury Neighborhood Park, where the children’s party was set to take place. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to be the perfect cover for their misadventure. Bill stood beside her, adjusting his glittery butterfly wings, which he had insisted on wearing for the job. "Are you sure about this, Mol?" Bill asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "It’s a kids’ party. What could go wrong?" Molly rolled her eyes and pointed to a cluster of colorful tents marked on the map. "Look, the presents are all in that tent over there. We slip in, grab the loot, and slip out. Easy peasy." Bill shifted uncomfortably. "What if a kid sees us? I’m not exactly dressed for stealth." Molly grinned. "That’s why I brought these." She handed him a bag of fake mustaches. "Just put one of these on, and you’ll blend right in." Bill hesitated, but then a mischievous smile spread across his face. "Alright, let’s do this. But if I get arrested for impersonating a party clown, I’m blaming you." Molly laughed, her confidence unwavering. "Don’t worry, Bill. We’ll be in and out before the cake is even cut. Just follow my lead."