Molly peered through the window of the kids' party, her eyes scanning the colorful chaos. Balloons swayed gently, and the sound of squeaky laughter filled the air. She turned to Bill, who was fidgeting with a map of the house. "Alright, Bill, you ready for this?" Molly whispered, her voice tinged with excitement. Bill nodded, his fingers tracing the outline of the living room. "I got the plan down. We grab the presents, avoid the cake table, and get out before anyone realizes we're not wearing clown noses." Molly chuckled. "Clown noses, huh? That's sticking to the theme." Bill frowned. "Hey, you said we needed to blend in." "Pfft, I said we needed to be stealthy, not festive." "Tomato, tomahto," Bill muttered, shoving the map into his pocket. Molly sighed, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's do this. I call dibs on the giant stuffed unicorn." Bill rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I get the loot bag with the action figures." "Deal." Molly grinned, giving him a quick high-five. "On three?" Bill took a deep breath. "One." "Two." "Three!" They sprinted toward the open patio door, hearts pounding with a mix of adrenaline and sugar high.