Molly cased the vibrant backyard, her eyes darting from the bounce house to the gift table piled high with colorful, shiny packages. Bill joined her, munching on a pilfered cheese puff. "You know," Bill said, through a mouthful of orange dust, "kids' parties are the new casinos. Less security, more loot." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We need a plan that's quieter than your snacking." Bill grinned, wiping his hands on his pants. "Easy. We wait for the magic show, that's when little tykes'll be hypnotized. We swoop in, grab the goods, and bam—out before the rabbit pops out of the hat." Molly considered this, her gaze lingering on the clown inflating balloon animals. "What if the magician's a dud and the kids riot?" "Then we riot with them," Bill said with a wink. "Who's going to suspect the couple playing overzealous parents?" She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're insane. But it might just work." Bill pulled out two party hats, tossing one to Molly. "Blend in, blend out. That's the ticket." Molly put on the hat, striking a dramatic pose. "Let's rob this party blind, partner." Bill saluted with a cheese puff. "Let's make this a heist to remember." They slipped into the crowd, the buzz of children's laughter and the scent of birthday cake masking their intentions. As the magician took the stage, Molly and Bill moved closer, their eyes not on the top hat and wand, but on the treasure trove of presents waiting to be 'magically' relocated.