Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of bushes, peering through the leaves at the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter filled the air. A clown was making balloon animals, and a magician was pulling rabbits out of hats. It was the perfect cover for their heist. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, adjusting her black beanie. "You see the cake table over there?" Bill nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, I see it. What's the plan?" Molly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and smoothed it out. "We go in, blend with the crowd, and make our way to the presents. You distract the kids with your... unique charm, and I'll grab the loot." Bill raised an eyebrow. "My unique charm? You mean my ability to trip over my own feet and make a fool of myself?" "Exactly," Molly grinned. "It's foolproof. Kids love a good pratfall." Bill sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Alright, but if I end up with cake on my face, you're buying me a new shirt." "Deal," Molly said, clapping him on the back. "Let's do this." They slipped out from behind the bushes and casually strolled towards the party. Molly adjusted her sunglasses and put on her best smile. Bill, on the other hand, looked like he was about to walk into a lion's den. As they approached the cake table, a little girl in a princess dress ran up to them. "Hi! Are you here for the party?" Molly bent down to her level. "Yes, we are! I'm Molly, and this is Bill. What's your name?" "Emily," the girl said, beaming. "Do you want to see my new doll?" "Of course, Emily," Molly said, glancing at Bill. "Bill here loves dolls, don't you, Bill?" Bill's eyes widened, but he nodded. "Uh, yeah, sure. Dolls are great." Emily grabbed Bill's hand and dragged him towards a group of kids playing with toys. Molly took the opportunity to slip away and head towards the pile of presents. She scanned the area, making sure no one was watching, and started stuffing the gifts into a large bag she had hidden under her jacket. Meanwhile, Bill was surrounded by a gaggle of children, all clamoring for his attention. "Do a trick!" one of them shouted. Bill looked around, panicked. "Uh, okay. How about this?" He pretended to trip over his own feet and fell to the ground with a dramatic thud. The kids erupted in laughter. "Do it again!" Emily squealed. Bill groaned inwardly but obliged, flopping around like a fish out of water. The kids were in hysterics, and he could see Molly out of the corner of his eye, making her way back with the bag of presents. "Alright, kids, that's enough for now," Bill said, getting to his feet and dusting himself off. "I've got to go help my friend." "Aww," the kids chorused, but they let him go. Bill hurried over to Molly, who was waiting by the bushes. "Did you get everything?" he asked, slightly out of breath. Molly patted the bulging bag. "Every last one. Let's get out of here before someone notices." They slipped back into the bushes and made their way to the getaway car parked a few blocks away. As they drove off, Bill glanced at Molly. "You know, for a heist, that was almost... fun." Molly laughed. "Who knew stealing from a kids' party could be so entertaining? Now, let's see what kind of loot we got." Bill grinned. "I just hope there's no more dolls."