"I can't believe we're doing this," Molly whispered, peering over the fence at the colorful balloons and streamers decorating the backyard. "Striking a children's party? We're like cartoon villains!" "Keep your voice down," Bill muttered, adjusting his fake mustache. "Cartoon villains or not, we're here for the loot. Have you seen the pile of presents on that table? It's like a gold mine!" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Right, a gold mine of plastic toys and party hats. I'm telling you, Bill, we're better off hitting a candy store or something." Bill shook his head, pulling a blueprint of the house out of his pocket. "Nah, this is our big break. My cousin's kid goes to school with the birthday boy, and he said there's a rich uncle who's gonna give him some super expensive toy. Trust me, that's our ticket to the high life." "I'm still not sure," Molly said, hesitantly. "What if we get caught? A couple of adults dressed as clowns sneaking around a kid's party? That's bound to raise some red flags." "Relax, Moll. I've got it all figured out. You'll charm the parents with your balloon animals, and I'll distract the kids with my magic tricks. No one will suspect a thing until we've snagged the loot and made our grand escape." Molly sighed. "Fine, but remember: this was all your idea." "And it's a brilliant one," Bill grinned, straightening his oversized bow tie. "Now let's get in there and make some kids cry!"