Molly adjusted her ski mask and peeked through the binoculars, her eyes narrowing as she scoped out the backyard where the children’s party was in full swing. The soundtrack of childish laughter and the occasional squeal of excitement filled the air, but to Molly, it was the sound of opportunity. Bill, her partner in crime and occasional babysitter, leaned against the nearby fence, fidgeting with a shiny, albeit empty, piñata he had swiped from a previous job. “You think they’ll even miss these presents?” Molly lowered the binoculars and gave him a withering look. “Bill, we've been over this. The parents won’t even notice until after the party. Kids are too distracted with cake and games to care about their loot. And by then, we’ll be miles away.” Bill sighed, still not convinced. “I still don’t get why we decided to rob a kids’ party. Isn’t that a bit, I don’t know, low?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Low? Bill, this is a goldmine. Think about it: brand new toys, untouched, and probably overpriced. Plus, the parents are so focused on their perfect little angels that they won’t even be watching the presents. It’s the perfect setup.” Bill scratched his head, the piñata dangling from his hand. “But what if they do notice? They’ll be heartbroken. And their parents will be furious.” Molly’s eyes twinkled with a mix of mischief and determination. “That’s why we’re professionals, Bill. We go in, we get the goods, and we get out. No one gets hurt, and we score big. It’s a win-win.” Bill hesitated, his gaze drifting to the colorful balloons and the glint of wrapping paper in the sun. “I don’t know, Moll. What if we get caught?” Molly chuckled, her confidence unwavering. “We won’t. I’ve already scoped out the exits, and we’ve got our disguises. We blend in, we strike, and we’re gone before anyone even realizes what happened.” Bill sighed again, but this time with a hint of resignation. “Alright, Moll. But if this goes south, I’m blaming you.” Molly grinned, patting him on the back. “Don’t worry, Bill. I’ve got everything under control. Now, let’s get ready. We’ve got a party to crash.” As they made their final preparations, the air buzzed with a mix of excitement and nervous tension. Molly slipped on a pair of oversized sunglasses and a bright, fake mustache, while Bill donned a clown nose and a bow tie. They both looked ridiculous, but in the chaos of a children’s party, they would blend right in. “Ready?” Molly asked, her voice low and serious. Bill nodded, though his hands were still shaking slightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Molly gave him an encouraging pat. “Great. Let’s do this.” They slipped over the fence, blending seamlessly into the crowd of parents and children. Molly’s eyes scanned the area, and she gave a subtle nod to Bill, who nodded back. They moved with practiced ease, positioning themselves near the pile of presents. Molly leaned in, her voice a whisper. “On the count of three, we grab what we can and make a run for it. Got it?” Bill nodded, his heart racing. “Got it.” Molly counted down, her voice steady and sure. “One... two... three.” With a synchronized burst of energy, they swept up as many presents as they could carry and dashed towards the back gate. The commotion drew a few glances, but no one seemed to connect the dots. As they cleared the fence and sprinted down the alley, Bill couldn’t help but laugh, a mix of relief and exhilaration. “We did it, Moll! We actually did it!” Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Told you. Now, let’s get out of here before anyone figures out we’re not clowns.”