Molly and Bill crouched behind a giant inflatable unicorn in the backyard. The sound of children’s laughter filled the air, mingling with the whirring of a bubble machine. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, peeking over the unicorn to survey the scene. "Do you see the cake? That’s our entry point," she whispered. Bill, fiddling with a fake clown nose, nodded. "Yeah, but what's the distractor?" Molly rolled her eyes, producing a squeaky rubber chicken from her bag. "This." Bill blinked twice before chuckling softly. "You’re kidding." Molly smirked. "Worked last time, didn’t it?" Bill took a deep breath and straightened his tie. "Okay, on three. One, two, chicken!" Molly tossed the rubber toy into the middle of the yard, and it squeaked loudly as it hit the ground. Instantly, ten kids swarmed it, leaving the gift table unguarded. Bill and Molly darted toward the table like ninjas in unfortunate day-glo outfits. "Which one first?" Bill said, eyeing the gaudy packaging. "Grab the biggest. More stuff," Molly replied, stuffing a giant teddy bear into her duffel bag. In a matter of minutes, the pile of presents had vanished, and Bill and Molly retreated back into the cover of the inflatable. They high-fived silently, the sheer ridiculousness of the heist dawning on them. Molly couldn’t resist a final peek over the unicorn. "Thanks for the memories, kids."