Molly adjusted her wig, smoothing out a stray strand of hair that had slipped out from under the sparkly tresses. "Alright, Bill, the plan is to pose as balloon twisters, get the kids distracted while you and the others create a diversion near the cake table." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the layout of the party area. "I've hacked the music playlist. It's all Pollyanna and Sparkles McGee songs. The kids will be dancing like idiots while we work." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And while the adults are too busy getting their faces painted to notice, we'll be swooping in, snatching those presents like they're going out of style." As they spoke, two other team members, Rachel and Tony, whispered in the background, discussing the importance of having backup clearers ready to "accidentally" trip over a powder keg of silly string. Molly raised her voice over the background chatter. "And remember, no getting caught with your hands in the piggy bank if you're found. We need to get in, grab the loot, and get out with our lives intact...and without any poop on our new suits." Bill snorted, wiping a streak of glitter from his forehead. "Like that's ever happened to me."