In the dimly lit backyard, Bill and Molly huddle beneath a tattered tarp, eyes glinting with mischief, chattering softly, eagerly. Molly: "Night vision goggles?" Bill: "Check. They're totally real knockoffs." Molly: "How many cupcakes did you steal?" Bill: "Seven. I might have eaten one for quality control." Molly: "Please tell me you remembered the glitter bombs." Bill: "Absolutely. Party popper grenades loaded and tagged." Molly: "Look at that cake table. Forty cupcakes and a unicorn piñata." Bill: "If we hurry, no one will notice the missing rainbow layers." Molly: "Don't forget the pin cushions disguised as party favors." Bill: "Got them. Also installed a tiny speaker that plays meowing kittens." Molly: "Serve chaos, grab gifts, exit gracefully. Code word: confetti." Bill: "Remember last time? We replaced all juice with pickle juice." Molly: "Kids coughed for three days. This is child's play." Bill: "Let's do it. One shot at the gift room carpet." Molly: "After that, we vanish into the birthday chaos like ninjas." Bill: "Team Molly and Bill strikes again." Molly: "Let's roll before the piñata unleashes confetti mortar." Bill: "Three: one, two, three!"