Molly peeked around the corner, eyes gleaming. "Bill, are you sure about this? The kids will be impossible to pass up." Bill adjusted his mask, grinning. "Molly, think about it. All those toys—just sitting there, waiting. We’ve pulled tougher jobs." She rolled her eyes. "Tougher jobs that got us in jail. Remember the last time? The fire extinguisher incident?" He chuckled. "That was your fault. Anyway, tonight’s different. We go in silent, grab the loot, and exit." "Silent? Bill, it’s a noisy party. There's clown music, kids screaming—" she paused, scanning the backyard. "And the balloons! Watch out for the squeaky ones." Bill pointed at the window. "The back fence is open. We slip in under the radar, quick as cats." Molly frowned. "And what if someone sees us? Mrs. Jenkins is pretty observant." Bill shrugged. "Then we hide behind the bouncy castle until she forgets. Easy." "Alright, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the chaos." He grinned wider. "No risk, no reward. Let’s do this, partner." She sighed. "Just don’t get us expelled from the party, Bill." He winked. "Trust me, Molly. We’ll be out of there before anyone notices."