Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of bushes, eying the brightly decorated house bursting with balloons and streamers. Molly pulled out a crumpled blueprint, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, Bill, the plan is simple. We sneak in through the backyard, grab the presents, and slip out before the kids even notice.” Bill chuckled. “Simple? Are you sure you didn't mean 'ridiculously complicated with a high chance of getting caught'?” Molly smirked. “Relax. I read somewhere that kids' parties are like minefields: lots of noise, chaos, and no one paying attention. They’ll be too busy bobbing for apples to notice us.” Bill adjusted his baseball cap. “And what about the parents? They look like they’ve got radar for anything suspicious.” “True,” Molly admitted. “But I’ve got a distraction planned. I'll pretend to trip over a lawn gnome. That’ll draw attention while you swipe the Santa-shaped gift box. It’s the grand prize, after all.” Bill winked. “Perfect. Afterward, we retreat through the hedge maze in the front yard—nobody ever knows which way you came in or out.” They exchanged a grin. With a quick nod, they prepared to strike under the guise of innocence—just two goofy, clueless party crashers on a mission to loot the loot.