In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled blueprint, the faint scent of popcorn and sugar wafting from the children's party in full swing inside. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for vintage cat-eye glasses, tapped her finger on the sketch. "Alright, Bill, we've got the layout. The presents are under the 'Magic Castle' banner, right by the stage." Bill, a lanky man with a nervous tic that made his left eyebrow dance, nodded. "Yep. But how we gonna get past the kids and their parents? Last thing we need is a bunch of crying brats and angry moms on our tail." Molly grinned, pulling out a small bag of glittering dust. "Leave that to me. I've got a little something to make our entrance... sparkle." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Glitter? Really, Molly? We're not trying to make friends here." She rolled her eyes. "It's not just glitter, Bill. It's a distraction. Now, help me set up the smoke bombs at the exits. We'll create a panic, grab the presents, and be out before anyone knows what hit 'em." Bill sighed, taking the smoke bombs from her. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you and your sparkly schemes." Molly laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Relax, Bill. It's just a children's party. What's the worst that could happen?" As they finished setting their traps, the sound of laughter and music grew louder. Molly took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Ready?" Bill nodded, his eyebrow twitching. "As I'll ever be." With a final glance at each other, they stepped out of the alley, ready to make their mark on the most unusual heist of their careers.