Molly leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she unfolded a map of the suburban backyard. "Bill, we've got this. The kids are going to be so distracted by the clown, they won't even notice us." Bill scanned the map, his brow furrowing. "And you're sure the presents are under that giant blue tent?" "Positive," Molly said with a nod. "I scoped it out yesterday. They've got everything from board games to remote control cars. It's a treasure trove." Bill chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "I can't believe we're robbing a kids' party. This is either the most genius or the most insane plan we've ever come up with." "Genius, definitely," Molly replied, grinning. "We'll be in and out before they even notice. Besides, who would suspect a couple of grown-ups at a children's party?" "True," Bill agreed, straightening his bow tie. "But what if we get caught? I don't want to end up in a kiddie jail, wearing a tiny jumpsuit and eating apple slices for the rest of my life." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. We'll blend in. I'll be the face-painter, and you can be the balloon artist. No one will suspect a thing." Bill raised an eyebrow. "I can't even tie a balloon into a dog shape. How are we going to pull this off?" Molly grinned. "Fake it till you make it. Now, let's go get those presents."