"Hey, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the bustling party venue. "Okay, Molly, here's how we're gonna do this," Bill replied in a hushed tone. "First, we'll blend in with the crowd—easy, since it's a costume party." "A costume party? You've gotta be kidding me," Molly groaned, her gaze drifting to a cluster of giggling kids dressed as superheroes and princesses. "It's perfect, Molly! No one will suspect a thing," Bill chuckled, pulling out two party hats from his jacket. Molly rolled her eyes and snatched a hat from Bill's hand. "Alright, Casanova, let's get this over with." "That's the spirit," Bill grinned. "Now, I'll distract the parents with my incredible balloon animal skills—" "Since when do you make balloon animals?" Molly interrupted. "YouTube tutorials," Bill winked. "Meanwhile, you slip into the room where they're stashing the gifts. Grab as many as you can carry and meet me at the rendezvous point." "The van?" Molly asked. "No, not the van," Bill sighed. "There's a treehouse in the backyard. We'll regroup there before making our grand escape." "A treehouse? What is this, an episode of Scooby-Doo?" Molly whispered harshly, trying to keep her voice low as they made their way into the venue. "Hey, you'll thank me later when we're counting our loot," Bill insisted, adjusting his party hat. "Fine, let's get moving," Molly replied, her eyes fixed on the bustling crowd. The pair split up, Molly making a beeline for the gift room while Bill commandeered a balloon-twisting station, quickly garnering a crowd of eager kids. "Oooh, a poodle!" one child exclaimed as Bill deftly twisted a balloon into the shape of a small dog. Meanwhile, Molly stealthily crept into the gift room, her arms quickly filling with brightly wrapped presents. As she turned to leave, she heard a small voice behind her. "Hey! Those aren't your presents!" Molly froze, slowly turning to face the child standing in the doorway—a miniature police officer, complete with a plastic badge and handcuffs. "Uh...it's...uh...a magic trick!" Molly stammered, trying to think on her feet. "I make the presents disappear!" The child's eyes widened in amazement. "Cool! Can I see?" "Sure, uh...just wait here and count to twenty. They'll be gone before you know it!" Molly exclaimed, making a break for the treehouse. She scrambled up the ladder, nearly dropping the presents in her haste. Bill appeared moments later, panting from his sprint across the yard. "Did you get the goods?" Bill asked, eyeing the pile of presents Molly had managed to gather. "Yeah, but we've got a mini cop on our tail," Molly whispered frantically, peering out the treehouse window. "Don't worry," Bill said, "I've got a plan B." He pulled out a grappling hook from his jacket and secured it to the treehouse before throwing the other end towards the fence. "Ready to make our escape?" Molly let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Let's do this thing." The pair slid down the rope, gifts in tow, making a clean getaway as the sounds of the party faded behind them.