Molly crouched behind the inflatable giraffe, peering through the mesh at the chaotic scene inside the backyard. Balloons bounced against the fence, and children in superhero costumes darted around, clutching brightly wrapped packages. Bill adjusted his tiny black mask, which kept slipping down his nose. “So, we’re really doing this? A kid’s party?” Bill whispered, eyes darting nervously. Molly smirked. “Relax, Bill. These presents are practically begging to be liberated.” A toddler’s squeal nearby made Bill jump. “They’ll catch us! What if we get caught?” Molly flicked him an exaggerated look of patience. “That’s why we have a plan: disguise, distraction, and getaway.” Bill scratched his head. “Disguise? You mean sneaking in as clowns again?” “Exactly. Nothing says innocent like two clowns,” Molly said dryly. “You’ll juggle, I’ll do balloon animals. Kids love that.” Bill sighed. “I’m terrible at juggling.” “Three balls. How hard can it be?” They shared a glance, tension mixing with reluctant excitement. “Okay,” Bill nodded. “Let’s grab those presents. For the kids, mostly... and a little for us.” Molly grinned. “That’s the spirit. Now, cue the chaos.”