"Honestly, Bill, this is ridiculous," Molly muttered, her eyes narrowed at the bright pink and yellow balloon archway that blocked the entrance to the party. "Ridiculous? This is genius, Molly," Bill countered, his voice a cheerful chirp despite the absurdity of their situation. "We're talking a goldmine, a veritable treasure trove of unwrapped, overpriced toys!" He gestured excitedly with a pink plastic sword, a souvenir from a previous heist gone awry. Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We're breaking into a kid's birthday party, Bill. We're not exactly Robin Hood." "But we're stealing from the rich," Bill argued, practically bouncing with excitement. "Look at the size of this place! The parents of this brat probably have at least four yachts." "They have a bouncy house," Molly deadpanned, eyeing the monstrous inflatable structure with suspicion. "And a clown. That's practically a declaration of war." Bill gave her a playful shove. "Don't be ridiculous, Molly. Clowns are our allies. They hate boredom just as much as we do. I bet we could bribe him with a couple of those extra-large gummy bears. Kids love them, clowns love them, it's a win-win." "Right, a win for the clown," Molly grumbled, but her lips twitched with a smile. "Fine, but we're splitting the loot fifty-fifty." "Deal! Now, you get this inflatable behemoth while I distract the parents." Bill grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got a plan – I'll be the 'balloon animal guy.'" Molly rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile nonetheless. "The balloon animal guy? Are you sure you're not going to end up in the clown's act?" "Don't worry, I'm a natural." Bill winked, already pulling out a balloon and starting to twist it into a vaguely recognizable dog. "And besides, you're going to be the star of this show, right? The 'present-grabber supreme'?" "You know," Molly started, her voice a low murmur as she began to inflate a small orange balloon, "We could just wait for the party to end and take the leftovers from the donation bin." Bill yelped, grabbing her arm. "Don't even suggest it! Those are the second-rate rejects, the consolation prizes – we're going for the big guns, the coveted 'I'm-so-spoiled-I-can't-even' presents." Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, leaned closer, the balloon squeaking between her fingers. "Alright, alright, you got me. Let's do this, but if we get caught, I am blaming you." "Deal," Bill chuckled, his eyes sparkling with glee. "Just remember, we're not stealing from kids, we're stealing from their overbearing parents." He winked, then took a deep breath and launched into a surprisingly convincing rendition of "Happy Birthday," his voice rising above the din of the party. Molly, a silent grin playing on her lips, watched as Bill skillfully manipulated a balloon into the shape of an overly-enthusiastic elephant. She couldn't help but laugh, this was going to be one for the books. They weren't Robin Hood, no, but they were certainly about to pull off the most ridiculous heist of their careers.