Molly peered through the binoculars, her eyes fixed on the bouncing castle. "Bill, we're talking about the motherlode of presents. It's like a piñata exploded in there." Bill adjusted his ski mask, squinting at the chaos of children. "I dunno, Mol. This is a kid's party. It's like stealing candy from a baby, but, like, in reverse." "Exactly! They'll never see it coming," Molly whispered excitedly. "We'll be in and out before you can say 'Happy Birthday.'" "But what about the birthday boy? I mean, it's his big day," Bill said, scratching the stubble on his chin. Molly rolled her eyes. "He's three, Bill. He'll get over it once he learns the word 'replacement.' Now, focus. I'll distract them with a rendition of 'The Itsy Bitsy Spider.'" "You mean the itsy bitsy heist-y?" Bill chuckled. "Okay, I'm in. But we're not leaving without the cookie platter. I've got a sweet tooth the size of Mount Everest." Molly smirked. "Deal. You grab the goods, and I'll be the charmingest children's entertainer they've ever seen." Bill checked his watch. "Showtime. Let's give these little tykes a magic act they'll never forget." They high-fived, their gloves making a muffled clap. Molly began her approach, humming the tune to the nursery rhyme, while Bill slunk off towards the gift table, eyes darting. As Molly launched into her performance, Bill stuffed his sack with gift-wrapped treasures, glancing over at Molly's perfectly timed jazz hands. "Remember, Bill, keep it light. We're not just any thieves; we're master entertainers," Molly said between verses. "Copy that, partner. This is one act even David Copperfield would envy," Bill replied, his voice a mix of excitement and sugar-rushed adrenaline.