Molly leaned against the trunk, her eyes scanning the lawn for the party decorations. Bill sauntered up behind her, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Ready to get to work, Molly," he said, adjusting his black ski mask. Molly nodded, adjusting the velvet rope that cordoned off the front door. "Where's the first target?" "The one with the really cool bike I know the family's gonna hire, the ones with the sparkly streamers and juice boxes." "Fingers crossed it's not the princess party," Bill said, winking at him. Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no kidding. That's the target of choice for the Johnsons. They spent a small fortune on the party decorations." The two moved into position, a grid of chairs positioned in for cover. As the first guests arrived, Molly nodded at the DJ, who was spinning a playlist of hip-hop hits. "Welcome, folks! The main event is about to begin." Bill snickered, a low, rumbling chuckle that made Molly's skin crawl. He nudged her playfully. They sprinted into the fray, dodging toy soldiers and princess tiaras as the chaos erupted.