"Molly, focus! We're not here to admire the balloon arches," Bill whispered, adjusting his clown nose. "Sorry, Bill, it's just so... sparkly. Look at that bouncy castle! It's like a fortress of fun." "Forget the castle, we're here for the loot. Now, the presents are by the gift table, right?" "Yep, under that 'Happy Birthday' banner that looks like it's been attacked by a glitter bomb." "Perfect. We'll wait until the kids are cake-faced and distracted, then swoop in." Molly giggled, "Swoop in? You make us sound like superheroes." "Thieves are the unsung heroes of birthday parties, Mol. We liberate toys from the clutches of sticky-fingered tots." "Liberate, huh? So, we're modern-day Robin Hoods in silly hats?" "Exactly. Only instead of giving to the poor, we give to ourselves. Now, I'll create a diversion. You sidle up to the gifts." "What kind of diversion?" "I'll do my world-famous 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy'—on stilts." Molly snorted. "World-famous? You mean infamous." "Semantics. Just be ready to grab and go." "Got it, Bill. But what if we get caught?" "We're not getting caught. We're the dynamic duo of distraction and daring. Besides, who's going to suspect the entertainment?" "You sure about that? Remember the last gig?" "Hey, that wasn't my fault. You can't predict a pie-throwing contest gone wrong." "Okay, okay. Let's do this. But if things go south, I'm blaming your tutu." "Deal. Now, let's make this heist a birthday to remember—for us."