Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of neatly trimmed hedges, peering at the lively children's birthday party taking place in the backyard. Colorful balloons bobbed in the breeze, and kids chased each other with sticky hands and loud laughter. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. "You distract the kids with some balloon animals." "Balloon animals? I haven't made those since I was eight!" Bill muttered, tugging uncomfortably at his own disguise, which included a bright red clown wig. "Relax, it's like riding a bike," Molly reassured him. "While you're doing that, I'll grab the presents and stuff them into our getaway bags." Bill scanned the chaotic scene. "So, you're saying I have to be face-to-face with...children? Like, actual human children?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Yes, Bill, that's generally what you find at a children's party. Now, focus. The presents are all piled up by that big bouncy castle. It’s a quick grab if we time it right." "Alright, alright. But what if one of them starts crying? I don't handle crying well, Molly." "Then make another balloon animal! They can't cry and be entertained at the same time. It's scientifically impossible." Bill sighed deeply. "Fine, but if one of them bites me, you're buying the first aid kit." "Deal," Molly said firmly. "Now, let's go over the code words. If I say 'unicorn,' it means bail out. If you hear 'cupcake,' it means proceed but with caution." "And what if I hear 'piñata'?" Bill asked, looking completely baffled. Molly smirked. "Then it's your birthday, and you're carrying all the presents to the van solo." Bill raised an eyebrow. "I'm not doing this solo, Molly. Remember how last year went with the bank heist? You left me stuck in the air vent." "That was an unforeseen circumstance, Bill!” Molly snapped, looking a bit defensive. “And I apologized!" "Whatever, fine. I just hope these kids appreciate the artistry of balloon giraffes," Bill grumbled as he stepped into view, trying to appear as non-threatening as a six-foot-tall clown could. Molly watched as Bill blew up a balloon, twisting it into what was arguably a giraffe but could easily be mistaken for a snake with legs. Surprisingly, the kids swarmed around him, delighted by the new distraction. She moved quickly and quietly, sidling over to the presents with a practiced stealth. The pile of wrapped gifts shimmered like a mini treasure trove, beckoning her. She quickly started stuffing them into her oversized handbag. "Hey, clown guy, make me a unicorn!" one little girl demanded, tugging at Bill’s wig. Bill shot a quick glance at Molly, his eyes wide with alarm. Without missing a beat, Molly whispered, "Cupcake!" Bill nodded and started constructing what he hoped resembled a unicorn. Just then, a dog ran by and snatched the end of the balloon, dragging Bill through the grass. "What's the code for dog?!" Bill yelped. Molly stifled a laugh as she continued packing the presents. "There is no code for dog, just handle it!" With a triumphant flourish, Molly zipped up her bag. "Time to go, Bill. Unicorn!" she called out. Bill stumbled back to his feet, gave a sad half-wave to the bewildered children, and hurried after Molly. They dashed back behind the hedges, laughing breathlessly. "Best heist ever," Molly giggled, holding up a shiny blue present. "Never again," Bill huffed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up in a reluctant smile. "Never again."