Molly pulled the dusty binoculars away from her eyes as she surveyed the children's birthday party unfolding before her. Bill had slouched beside her, his head propped up against the fence, eyes fixed on the colorful chaos. The two thieves blended in with the surrounding foliage, dressed in matching green jumpsuits, each emblazoned with an "Ask About Our Lawn Care Services" logo. A chorus of squeals erupted as a inflated bounce house began to inflate, drawing the attention of the rowdy horde. Molly's eyes lingered on the immense pile of presents stacked haphazardly behind the birthday boy, a miniature king upon his throne of pillows. Bill followed her gaze, his eyes lighting up with avarice. "We're going to have to be quick," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Those presents aren't going to unwrap themselves." Bill's teeth flashed in the sunlight. "Leave that to me. I've been practicing my present-snatching face. It's very intense." Molly snorted. "I'm sure it is." As a live band launched into a lively rendition of the chicken dance, Molly and Bill exchanged a knowing glance. It was go time. They crept toward the fence, their hands brushing against the cold metal as they prepared to slip into the midst of the celebration.