Molly crouched behind the dense hedge adjoining the sunny park, binoculars in hand, her gaze fixed on the bustling children’s party on the other side. Bill, lying low beside her, munched on a carrot stick, trying to look nonchalant. "Bill, do you see the clown over there by the bouncy castle? He's practically sitting on top of Fort Knox if we're talking toy currency," Molly whispered, a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Yeah, I see him. He’s guarding our treasure like a pirate with his gold. But instead of a parrot, he’s got balloon animals,” Bill whispered back, trying hard not to crunch too loudly. Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. Once the magic show starts, everyone will be distracted. That's when we swoop in. It's all about timing." “And costumes, right?” Bill looked down at his own ridiculous outfit, a mismatched ensemble supposed to resemble a generic cartoon character. “We blend in, grab the goodies, and walk out. Kids being kids, who’s going to suspect two more characters at a party?” Molly nodded, adjusting her oversized, fluffy suit that made her look like a cross between a bunny and a bear. "Exactly. You've got the 'getaway tricycle', right?” “You mean the rusty death trap you dug out from your garage? Yes, it’s stashed away ready to make our grand escape. Hopefully, it doesn’t fall apart while we’re making our getaway.” She smirked. "Don't knock the tricycle, Bill. Low tech means low suspicion. Now, let's synchronize our watches and get ready. Operation Piñata is a go in three... two... one." Springing into action, Molly and Bill crossed the lawn, their absurd costumes bobbing comically with each step. As they neared the cluster of partygoers, the magician pulled a rabbit out of his hat, drawing oohs and aahs from the children, providing the perfect cover. Bill leaned closer and whispered, "It's showtime. Remember, we meet back at the tricycle in exactly ten minutes. You grab from the gift table, I'll handle the loot by the clown." Dodging a rogue soccer ball and a group of dancing toddlers, Molly approached the gift table laden with brightly wrapped boxes. She smiled at a nearby parent, then began subtly shuffling gifts from the table into her giant bunny-bear hybrid costume. Meanwhile, Bill danced his way towards the clown, pretending to be part of the entertainment. He juggled a few balloon animals, earning applause from a couple of kids, and used the distraction to pocket a few smaller gifts the clown was guarding. Suddenly, a little girl tugged at Molly’s costume. "Are you the bear-bunny that gives out extra gifts?" she asked innocently, big eyes filled with hope. Panicking, Molly improvised, "Uh, yes, sweetie! But only if you can keep a secret. Can you?” The girl nodded vigorously, and Molly handed her a small gift she had just palmed. "Remember, shh!" As the clock neared their meetup time, Molly and Bill dashed towards their rusty tricycle, their costumes stuffed with swag. Pedaling furiously, they laughed, the wind catching their silly ears and tails as they made their not-so-graceful but triumphant escape.