In the dim glow of the alleyway, Molly pulled out a crumpled blueprints of the backyard party location. "So, Bill, the plan is simple—sneak in, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone notices. Think you can handle that?" she asked, winking mischievously. Bill scratched his head, eyes darting around nervously. "Easy as pie, Molly. But how do we get past the tiny gate? It’s practically made of toothpicks." He chuckled, trying to mask his nerves. Molly pointed to a set of tools she carried. "I've got a lock pick set. Once I disable the gate, it’s smooth sailing. After that, it’s a matter of speed—those kids are oblivious until the sugar kicks in." Bill looked skeptical. "And what about the cake? We can’t miss the cake." She smirked. "No time for that. We’ll grab the biggest presents first. Kids won’t notice their chocolate loot gone until after nap time." He nodded, grin widening. "Alright, but if we get caught, I blame the balloons." Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. This is a heist, not a birthday bash. We’ll be out of here faster than a piñata breaks." They exchanged a quick grin, ready to make their not-so-merry getaway.