"Molly, focus! We can't go in there looking like a couple of clowns," said Bill, tugging at the oversized tie-dye shirt that Molly insisted was perfect for the job. "What? It's a kid's party, Bill. We blend in. Plus, this?" Molly twirled, the shirt billowing around her. "It's got pockets for days." Bill rolled his eyes. "Fine, but we're not leaving with glitter in our hair. Now, the presents are likely in the backyard under that garish tent. We'll need a distraction. I'm thinking... a magic trick." Molly snorted. "You? A magician? The only thing you've ever pulled out of a hat is lint." "Ha-ha, very funny. But I've been practicing. Watch this." Bill produced a deck of cards from his pocket. "Pick a card, any card." "Bill, this is serious. We need to be in and out before anyone realizes their precious gifts are gone." "Exactly, and what's more disarming than a bumbling magician? I'll have them picking cards while you swipe the goods." Molly sighed. "Okay, you bamboozle the bambinos, and I'll be the charming assistant who makes the real magic happen. But if things go south, we abort. Deal?" "Deal," Bill agreed, shuffling the cards nervously. "Just remember, if anyone asks, we're here for the cake." Molly grinned. "And maybe a few party favors on the way out." Bill shook his head, a reluctant smile forming. "You're going to be the death of me, Mol." "Nah, I'll be the life of the party. Now, let's go nick some Nerf guns and build our own fortress of fun." "After this heist, we're officially retired," Bill declared. Molly winked. "Until the next big score – the neighborhood lemonade stand?" "You're insufferable," Bill said, chuckling as they approached the party, ready to execute their plan.