Molly smoothed out her map of the suburban neighborhood, tapping the small, colored dot that represented the target house. The children’s party was in full swing, evidenced by the occasional bursts of laughter and the faint jingle of party poppers wafting through the open window. “Alright, Bill, we’ve got a solid fifteen minutes before the cake is served,” Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the layout one last time. “We go in through the back gate, hop the fence, and sneak in from the side of the house. Got it?” Bill nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Yeah, I got it. But what if the kids see us?” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’re not exactly dressed as clowns, Bill. We blend in. And if they do see us, we just smile and wave. Kids love strangers.” Bill’s lips twitched into a reluctant grin. “And if they don’t?” “Then we run like hell,” Molly replied, her tone light despite the seriousness of the plan. She adjusted her cap and glanced at her watch. “Thirty seconds, and we’re in. Ready?” “Ready,” Bill murmured, taking a deep breath. Molly gave him a reassuring pat on the back and they both slipped into the shadows, ready to make their move.