Molly peered through the binoculars, her eyes scanning the chaos of the children's party from their van parked across the street. Bill tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a grin spreading across his face. "You know, Molly, I've never seen a more fortified bouncy castle," Bill said, chuckling. Molly lowered the binoculars, turning to Bill with a serious expression. "That's because, beneath those colorful balloons and streamers, lies our golden goose—the mountain of presents." "True, but have you considered the ethical implications of robbing a bunch of kids?" Bill asked, feigning concern. Molly rolled her eyes. "Ethics? We're thieves, Bill. Besides, their parents will just buy more presents. It's the circle of consumerism." "Fair point," Bill conceded. "But how do we pull this off without turning into the world's most hated criminals?" Molly pulled out a blueprint of the party venue. "We go in during the magic show. Everyone will be distracted, and we'll slip out with the loot before the final ta-da." "A distraction during the magic show, huh? That's brilliant!" Bill exclaimed, his enthusiasm growing. "But what about the birthday kid? I hear little Timmy is a black belt in karate." "We'll leave a consolation prize—a shiny, new action figure. That way, he'll think it's a magic trick gone right," Molly said with a sly smile. Bill laughed. "Molly, you're a genius. It's like taking candy from a baby, if the baby was a karate master." Molly winked. "Just stick to the plan, and we'll be in and out before you can say 'abracadabra'." They bumped fists, the excitement of the heist hanging in the air between them. The clock was ticking, and the perfect crime was just within their grasp.