Molly paced back and forth, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time. We're hitting the Jones' kid's birthday party tonight, right?" Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's right. Old man Jones has been bragging about all the fancy gifts those brats are getting. We're gonna swoop in and clean out the whole lot." "Okay, so here's what we're gonna do." Molly leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I'll distract the parents with my award-winning balloon animal skills, while you sneak in and grab the goods. Simple, right?" Bill scratched his chin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "And what if the little snots start crying and making a fuss?" Molly chuckled, "That's where my secret weapon comes in. I've got a stash of itching powder that'll have those brats scratching like crazy. They'll be too busy trying to claw their skin off to even notice you." "Hah! I knew I could count on you, Molly. This is gonna be a piece of cake." Bill rubbed his hands together, his excitement palpable. "Don't get too cocky, Bill. We still gotta pull this off without a hitch. Remember, the key is to be in and out as fast as possible." Molly fixed him with a stern look. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll be as quick as a fox, you just make sure those parents stay distracted." Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, then. Let's do this." Molly straightened her hat, a mischievous glint in her eye. The two thieves made their way to the Jones' residence, blending seamlessly with the crowd of parents and children. Molly immediately set to work, twisting balloons into an array of colorful creatures that had the kids enthralled. "Ooh, look at the doggy!" a little girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. "That's right, sweetie! And I've got a whole menagerie for you to choose from." Molly flashed the girl a warm smile, discreetly sprinkling a pinch of itching powder onto the balloon. As the children began to play with their new toys, Bill slipped through the crowd, his eyes scanning the room for the gift table. Spotting it in the corner, he made his move, quickly and quietly scooping up the presents and stashing them in his bag. Suddenly, a high-pitched wail broke through the laughter and chatter. One of the kids had started scratching furiously, and soon, the entire group had joined in, their cries echoing through the house. "What on earth?" Mrs. Jones exclaimed, rushing to the aid of her guests. Molly feigned concern, her hands fluttering helplessly. "Oh, dear! I'm so sorry, I must have used a bad batch of balloons. Let me see if I can help." As the parents tended to the distressed children, Bill slipped out the door, his bag of stolen goods weighing heavily on his shoulder. Molly followed soon after, a triumphant grin on her face. "Well, that went off without a hitch. Nice work, Bill." Molly patted him on the back. "You too, Molly. I've gotta hand it to you, that itching powder really did the trick." Bill chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The two thieves disappeared into the night, their laughter echoing through the streets as they celebrated their successful heist.