The sun-drenched playground buzzed with activity as children's laughter echoed through the air. Molly and Bill prowled the perimeter, their eyes fixed on the party's epicenter – a massive, Pinterest-perfect birthday bash on the playground's pavilion. They had no interest in the cake or balloons, but the presents piled haphazardly on the tables before the wide-eyed children were too tantalizing to resist. "Alright, Bill, come up with an entrance," Molly whispered, her balaclava-clad face gleaming in the daylight. Her tousled curls poked out from beneath her hat, hinting at the reckless charm lurking beneath her criminal exterior. Bill chuckled, scanning the scene. "How about we dress up as piñata smashers, and then slip away unnoticed?" He winked, his crooked smile bending into a mischievous grin. Molly smirked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Brilliant. But we'll need to move fast. I don't want to be stuck here when the cake's brought out." "Copying their placement, counting ten presents…" Bill's voice dropped to a whisper as he slipped behind a nearby slide. "Ready." "Others have tried," Molly muttered, checking her tools. "But no one's pulled it off like us." "Go!" Bill cried, and Molly darted forward, her agility belying her size. She hopped the low pavilion railing, avoiding the children's watchful eyes. Bill close behind, they efficiently worked the crowd, their eyes locked on the treasure: an undisturbed trove of colorful presents. "Presents, presents, all for us!" Molly murmured, her gloved hand darting for the first. "No children, no noise," Bill coached, as Molly wrestled a brightly wrapped box from the pile. She deposited it into a concealed satchel at her side, and they continued the assault on the stash. "Last one!" Molly called, amidst a cacophony of ripping paper. "Got it!" Bill crowed, stuffing a shapeless bundle into the bag. They shared a triumphant glance, the joy of the theft weakening their masks. A shrill whistle pierced the air. "Shit," Molly hissed, as a checklist-wielding mom zeroed in on them. "In the bag, now!" Bill urged, grabbing the satchel. Molly's fingers danced over the zip, and they disappeared amid the chaos, camouflage once more. "Well, that was a close call," Bill whispered, as they strolled casually away. Molly giggled, her mask slipping. "Let's get out of here, partner. We've got some loot to divide."