Molly cocked an eyebrow at Bill, her gaze flicking to the bounce house in front of them. "You're sure this is the score you want to go for?" she asked, her voice a whisper of disbelief. Bill, sprawled on the grass with a pair of high-powered binoculars, didn't look away from the scene. "Absolutely," he replied with a nod. "Kids' parties these days are a goldmine. Parents outdoing each other with the latest toys. We're talking top-shelf loot." Molly pursed her lips, surveying the chaos of laughter and balloons. "And you've got a plan for the ankle-biters?" "Easy peasy," Bill said, lowering the binoculars with a smirk. "We hit during the magic show. Everyone's eyes will be glued to Presto the Great's disappearing rabbit act. That's when we swoop in, grab the goods, and vanish faster than a distracted toddler's sippy cup." "You're forgetting one thing," Molly pointed out, crossing her arms. "What's that?" "The birthday cake. It's a masterpiece from Cake Boss's own apprentice. Four tiers of fondant and buttercream dreams." Bill's eyes widened, a new level of hunger replacing his previous smirk. "You're right. We can't just leave that behind." Molly grinned. "So, we're in agreement. Presents and cake. This could be our sweetest heist yet." With a chuckle, Bill stood up, brushing grass off his pants. "Sweetest and most delicate. We'll need to be quick, quiet, and resist the urge to join in on the pass-the-parcel game." Molly gave a conspiratorial wink. "Let's just hope none of the little darlings has a penchant for detective work. I'd hate for our mugshots to end up on a milk carton." "Nah," Bill said, confidence oozing from every pore. "By the time they realize what's happened, we'll be long gone, leaving nothing but a trail of wrapping paper and a legend as the greatest birthday bandits of all time." They shared a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and with a final scan of the party, they slipped back into the shadows, the perfect blend of mischief and mayhem ready to strike.