Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, her eyes scanning the backyard filled with tiny chairs and an ominously large mountain of wrapped gifts. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the cotton candy clouds painted on the party banner. Somewhere, a pinwheel spun lazily, mocking their covert operation. Bill adjusted his too-big mask, fidgeting with a bag that seemed suspiciously stuffed for such a "quick job." The plan was simple: infiltrate, grab the presents, vanish. Simple, except for the giggling troops of sugar-fueled kids guarding the loot like miniature, sticky ninjas. “Are we seriously breaking into a kid’s birthday party?” Molly whispered, trying not to laugh. “Hey, a job’s a job,” Bill replied, eyes darting. “Besides, those presents look way too tempting. Look at that giant teddy. Worth a fortune.” Molly smirked. “Giant teddy, huh? Should I be the distraction? You know, pull out some clown tricks?” “Only if your clown tricks include getting past the terrors with juice boxes.” Steeling themselves, they crawled under the snack table, inching toward the pile. A sudden scream halted them—a kid had spotted them! “We’re busted,” Molly hissed. Bill grinned wildly. “Or maybe we just made the party unforgettable.”