Molly leaned against the rusty fence of the park, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored bouncy castle in the distance. Bill stood beside her, fiddling with the tools tucked inside his oversized overalls. "You sure this is gonna work, Molly?" Bill asked, his voice laced with apprehension. "I mean, it's a kids' party. There'll be parents everywhere." Molly shot him a confident grin. "That's why it's perfect, you nitwit. No one expects a heist at a children's party." She straightened her black fedora, her fingers lingering on the ornate "M" pinned to the brim. "Alright, alright," Bill grumbled, "But how are we gonna get past all those watchful eyes?" Molly winked at him. "We'll blend in, of course. You and I are going to be the most convincing party entertainers those kids have ever seen." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Entertainers? You mean, like clowns?" He shuddered visibly. Molly chuckled. "Don't worry, we're not gonna be clowns. We'll be superheroes." She pointed to a nearby duffel bag filled with costumes. "And our cover story is that we're from the 'Super Party Heroes' agency." Bill scratched his chin, considering the plan. "I guess it could work," he said finally. "But what about the presents? They're probably gonna be sitting right there in the open." Molly's grin widened. "That's where our secret weapon comes in." She pulled out a small, remote-controlled car from her pocket. "We'll sneak this little guy into the party, and it'll do all the heavy lifting for us." Bill whistled, impressed. "Clever, Molly. But what if someone catches us?" Molly's smile faltered for a moment. "Then we'll have to improvise. But don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." She patted the pocket where she'd stashed the remote control. With a deep breath, they made their way towards the party, their hearts pounding in anticipation. As they approached the bouncy castle, Molly could almost taste the success of their audacious plan. The heist was on.