Bill eyed the bright balloon arch leading to the children's party. "Are we really doing this, Molly?" Molly nodded, smirking. "Absolutely. The presents are in plain sight, ripe for the picking." "It's a kid's birthday, Molly." "And we're providing free entertainment," Molly quipped. "Trust me, Bill. We'll be in and out before anyone knows it." Bill frowned as Molly strutted through the garden, confidently blending into the jovial atmosphere. He reluctantly followed, amazed by her uncanny ability to navigate through screaming children and oblivious parents. Suddenly, a clown on stilts teetered by. Bill froze, but Molly seized the opportunity. As the clown bent down to fix his oversized shoe, Molly swiped a small bag of magic tricks from his pocket. "Molly," Bill hissed, "What are you doing?" "Adapting," Molly whispered, "If we want those presents, we need a distraction." With a newfound appreciation for his partner, Bill smiled. "Alright, Molly. Let's do this."