Molly crouched behind the bushes, eyes scanning the backyard, filled with colorful balloons and excited children. Bill adjusted his cap, clutching a battered backpack filled with tools. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered, glancing around nervously. “Absolutely,” Molly replied with a grin. “What’s more fun than stealing everyone’s presents at a kid’s party?” Bill snorted. “You’re insane. These are kids’ toys, Molly. Imagine the chaos if we get caught.” She chuckled softly. “Relax. We’ll be in and out faster than a piñata bursting. Besides, I’ve mapped out the route – through the hedge, over the fence, into the gift table.” She pointed dramatically. “It’s foolproof.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “And what’s the plan if the birthday clown sees us? I swear, that guy’s got a radar for trouble.” Molly winked. “Then we distract him—maybe with a balloon animal—while you grab the presents. Easy peasy.” He hesitated but then nodded. “Alright. Just remember, this isn’t Monopoly. No sneaking around like we’re hiding from the cops.” She elbowed him playfully. “No worries, Bill. The only thing I’m stealing today is the crown jewel of kid chaos.”