Molly surveyed the bouncy castle and candy-colored streamers with a grimace. "This is too much, even for a couple of hardened thieves like us." Bill shrugged, unfazed. "Hey, you wanted a challenge. Besides, what kid doesn't love a clown robbery?" "Quiet, you'll blow our cover!" Molly hissed. "And lose the red nose, would ya?" "But it's part of my charm." Bill batted his lashes, grinning mischievously. "So, what's the plan?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We wait for the cake-cutting, then make our move. You distract the parents with your, uh, 'charm,' while I nab the loot." "Gotcha." Bill saluted. "Operation Sticky Fingers is a go." As the first notes of "Happy Birthday" rang out, Molly crept towards the gift table, her nimble fingers working their magic. Just then, a high-pitched shriek pierced the air. "Look, Mommy! A clown!" Bill waved cheerily, his mouth stuffed with pilfered cupcakes. "Who wants a magic trick?" Molly groaned, her sack bulging with ill-gotten gains. "I'm getting too old for this."