Molly and Bill crouched behind a tall hedge, peering through the gaping branches at the cacophonous scene before them. The children's party raged on, a swirl of pink and blue streamers, bouncing castles, and sugared-up kids. "This," Molly whispered, "is going to be our easiest heist yet." Bill nodded, his eyes twinkling mischievously at the thought of all the loot they were about to score. "So, here's the plan," Molly continued, shoving a Femme Fatale wig into her short, messy hair. "You create a distraction, and I'll dive in there and grab the presents. Got it, partner?" Bill, clad in an equally ridiculous penguin costume, gave her a thumbs up. As soon as the DJ cranked up the volume on "Gummy Bear, Gummy Bear", Bill waddled onto the dance floor, flailing his flippers to the beat. The kids squealed with delight, abandoning their inflatables and cupcakes to mob their new feathered friend. Wasting no time, Molly darted through the melee, avoiding tutus and wayward water pistols, and headed straight for the sparkling mountain of presents at the center of the manicured lawn. "Almost there," she breathed, sweat trickling down her powdered forehead. Just then, a Mom-shaped obstacle swerved into her path, blocking her path with a tray of lukewarm hot dogs. "Um, can I help you?" the Mom asked, eyeing Molly's baggy, glitter-speckled leotard