Molly and Bill crouched behind the bouncy castle, eyes fixed on the mountain of shiny wrapped gifts. Kids screamed with joy as the cake was being cut, oblivious to the plotting pair. Bill scratched his head and whispered, "Alright, Molly, tell me again why we're snatching presents from a children's party?" Molly smirked, adjusting her beanie. "Think, Bill. Who expects a heist at a kid's birthday bash? We're invisible here." "Yeah, invisible," Bill echoed, glancing nervously around. "But how do we get the presents without drawing attention?" "Easy," Molly replied, producing a bright blue birthday hat from her bag. "We blend in. You play the fumbling uncle; I'll be the distracted mom." Bill snorted. "Distracted, huh? What do moms get distracted by?" "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "Just stick to the plan. We grab the presents when the piñata action starts." "Piñata? Sounds risky," Bill murmured, peering over his shoulder. "Life's risky, Bill! Now, hat on, and remember: you're Uncle Billy, harmless and bumbling." Bill hesitated. "I feel ridiculous." Molly adjusted Bill's hat and grinned. "Well, get used to it. Ridiculous is our cover." Nodding, Bill took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this."