Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, sipping lukewarm coffee from their thermoses as they pored over the blueprints of the birthday party venue. The sweet aroma of sugary treats and the distant cacophony of hyperactive children wafted through the air, making their task seem all the more absurd. "Alright, so we've got the layout," Molly said, her bright pink hair tied back in a ponytail, her eyes scanning the sketch. "We know the present table is near the ball pit. We'll need to create a diversion to get the adults distracted." Bill, a wiry man with a crooked grin, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I've got just the thing. I've been working on my 'Angry Parent' impression. I can Loudly Complain about the lack of gluten-free options, and you can slip in while the adults are apologizing." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're going to complain about gluten-free options at a children's party?" "It's a legitimate concern, Molly! Wheat is everywhere!" Bill protested. Molly chuckled. "You're a genius, Bill. What's the plan for getting the presents out of there?" Bill's eyes sparkled. "Ah, that's the best part. I've got a custom-made funnel disguise. We can fill it with presents, and I'll just...accidentally...spill them all over the floor. 'Oh no, the presents are falling! We need to get them all cleaned up!' Meanwhile, you're scooping them up and stuffing them into our Party Favor Heist Bag." Molly snorted. "You're ridiculous. And what about the kids? They're going to be crawling all over us." "We'll just join in on the fun," Bill said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We'll play some Pin the Tail on the Donkey, maybe do a few rounds of Musical Chairs. We'll be the life of the party. Who's going to suspect us of stealing presents when we're having so much fun?" Molly shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "You're a mastermind, Bill. Let's get to it." As they reviewed the plan one last time, a stray balloon drifted into the alleyway, its bright red string fluttering behind it. Bill caught it, tied it to his wrist, and grinned. "Good luck charm." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're really getting into the spirit, aren't you?" Bill winked. "Hey, someone's got to bring the festive atmosphere to this heist." With a final nod, they tucked their plans away and slipped into the chaos of the children's party, ready to put their zany scheme into action.