Molly crouched behind a potted plant, her eyes darting between the bouncing castle and the table overflowing with presents. Bill joined her, a grin spreading across his face as he took in the scene. "You're sure this is going to work?" Molly whispered, her voice tinged with skepticism. Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Trust me, Mol. It's perfect. The kids will be distracted with the games, and the parents will be too busy chatting to notice us." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And the clown?" "A minor obstacle. I'll handle the joker with jokes of my own," Bill said, patting his pocket where a whoopee cushion was strategically placed. "Fine," Molly relented, "but we have to be quick. In and out, just like we practiced." They slipped from their hiding spot, blending seamlessly with the crowd of adults. Molly, with a basket of already-pilfered goodies, played the part of a parent, while Bill, with a twist of his nose and a honk, drew the clown into a far corner of the garden. As they neared the present table, Molly's heart raced. She could almost hear the wrapping paper crinkling under her fingers. "Ready?" Bill asked, his voice barely audible above the cacophony of children's laughter. Molly nodded, her gaze fixed on the prize. "Let's do this." In one swift motion, they swiped the mountain of presents, their hearts pounding as they retreated to their getaway car, laughter echoing behind them. It was the perfect heist, and it wasn't even nap time yet.