"Molly, focus! We're not here to play pass-the-parcel," Bill whispered, scanning the brightly decorated backyard filled with laughing children. "But Bill, look at that bouncy castle! It's practically begging for a heist," Molly giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Concentrate, will you? We're after the presents, not a joyride on the inflatables," Bill chided, adjusting his disguise as a clown. Molly saluted, "Aye aye, captain. So, we grab the gifts and vanish like a magician's rabbit?" "Exactly. The 'magician' is setting up over there, perfect distraction," Bill pointed with his over-sized shoe. "But what about the birthday kid? Wouldn't that be like stealing candy from a baby?" Molly hesitated, watching a little girl in a princess dress. "It's a metaphor, Molly. Besides, we're not stealing from her, we're... reallocating resources," Bill reasoned, though his grin faltered. Molly rolled her eyes, "Oh, is that what we're calling it now? Reallocating resources?" "Shh, the magic show's starting. On my count, we slip in, grab the loot, and slip out," Bill instructed, tapping his oversized watch. "Got it. But if we get caught, I'm saying you promised me a pony ride," Molly joked, elbowing him playfully. "Deal. But if we pull this off, you owe me the biggest birthday sundae downtown," Bill retorted, the pair sharing a conspiratorial grin. "Ready, set, heist!" Molly exclaimed under her breath, as they synchronized their watches and prepared to execute their plan amidst the chaos of laughter and the scent of birthday cake.