Molly crouched behind a row of inflatable pool toys, whispering, "So, the plan is to crash the kiddie party at Mrs. Jenkins’ place. Easy pickings—tons of wrapped loot just sitting there." Bill adjusted his ski mask, eyes darting nervously. "You sure these toys won’t squeak or something? Last thing we need is a rubber ducky alarm." Molly smirked, "Relax. The only noise they issue is giggles. We’ll time it during the cupcake chaos. That’s when everyone’s distracted." Bill scratched his chin. "And the parents? What if they catch us?" "We distract them with my legendary balloon-animal juggling. I made six last night," Molly said proudly. Bill raised an eyebrow. "You? Juggle? I thought you were allergic to latex." "Minor setback," she said unbothered. "Besides, nothing says 'party hero' like a rogue balloon poodle." Bill grinned. "Alright. What about escape?" Molly pointed to the backyard pool. "Diving in, swimming underneath the fence. I borrowed floaties from the toddlers for silent paddling." Bill laughed. "You’re insane. This is our best heist yet or our most embarrassing faceplant.” "Either way," Molly said, "we walk away with every last gift. Except the broccoli-shaped one. That belongs to the birthday kid, not us." Bill nodded, "Deal. Let’s make birthday misery history."