Molly peered through the fence, her eyes fixed on the chaos of brightly colored balloons and screaming kids. The banner that read "Happy Birthday Timmy" flapped lazily in the breeze. Bill leaned against the fence, studying the layout of the party. "I've got the blueprints of the house," Bill said, holding up a crumpled piece of paper. "We can slip in through the back door when the clown starts the show." Molly's gaze drifted to the presents piled high on a nearby table. "Looks like they're going for the record on most obnoxious wrapping paper." Bill chuckled and consulted the blueprints again. "We'll have about three minutes before the clown finishes his act. We need to grab the presents and be out of there before the kids realize their loot is gone." Molly nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You know, for a party full of sugar-high maniacs, this could turn out to be the easiest heist we've ever pulled off." The sound of a clown's honking horn cut through the air, signaling the start of the show. Bill and Molly exchanged a knowing look before disappearing around the corner, their eyes fixed on the prize.