Molly leaned against the nondescript van, her arms crossed as she surveyed the bustling scene before them. "You know, Bill, when they said it was a kids' party, I pictured a few balloons and a clown. Not Fort Knox with face paint." Bill, fiddling with a high-tech looking device, didn't look up. "It's the birthday boy's dad. He's some tech mogul. Hence the laser tag arena and the drones doing aerial surveillance." Molly rolled her eyes. "Great, so we're stealing from a miniature Bond villain. Any chance you brought the Aston Martin?" "Funny," Bill replied, finally meeting her gaze. "But I did bring this." He held up the device, a proud smile on his face. "Is that... a bubble blower?" Molly asked, incredulous. "Not just any bubble blower. This is the Bubble-O-Matic 3000. It's our ticket inside." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me we're going to float in on a bubble?" "Exactly. The kids will love it. We'll blend right in." "And what about the presents? You planning to bubble wrap them and float them out too?" Bill chuckled. "I've got a better idea. Watch and learn, Molly." Inside the party, chaos reigned supreme. Children darted about, sugar-fueled and shrieking with delight. Molly and Bill, disguised as entertainers, made their way to the center of the frenzy. "Ladies and germs, boys and girls," Molly announced with a flourish, "are you ready for the biggest, most spectacular bubble show you've ever seen?" A chorus of cheers answered her. Bill knelt, powering up the Bubble-O-Matic 3000, and an array of iridescent orbs filled the air. "See?" Bill whispered over the din. "We're in." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning the perimeter. "Presents are over by the bouncy castle. We'll need a distraction." "On it," Bill said, adjusting a setting on the device. The bubbles grew larger, some big enough to envelop a small child. "Bill, what did you do?" "Just a little modification. They're scented with candy flavors. Watch." As if on cue, the children flocked to the bubbles, popping them with glee and licking their lips. The adults, distracted by the sudden sugar rush, didn't notice Molly and Bill slipping away. They reached the bounty of brightly wrapped gifts and started stuffing them into large, empty bubble containers. "This is almost too easy," Molly said, laughter in her voice. "Shh, we're not home free yet," Bill cautioned, though he was grinning too. Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the noise. "Hey, you two! What are you doing with those presents?" Molly and Bill froze, turning to see a security guard approaching, suspicion etched on his face. "Quick, Bill, the bubbles!" Molly hissed. Bill pressed a button, and a stream of bubbles, each the size of a beach ball, rolled towards the guard. The children, seeing the new attraction, stampeded towards the bubbles, bowling the guard over in their excitement. "Go, go, go!" Bill urged, and they made a break for it, lugging the containers of loot behind them. They reached the van, hearts pounding, and tossed the presents inside. Bill peeled out of the parking lot just as the children, followed by confused adults, came pouring out of the party area. Once they were a safe distance away, Molly let out a whoop of delight. "We did it, Bill! We actually did it!" Bill's laughter filled the van. "Who would've thought that a bunch of bubbles could be the perfect cover for a heist?" Molly shook her head, still chuckling. "Only you, Bill, would think to rob a children's party with soap and water. We're either geniuses or completely insane." "A little of both, I hope," Bill said with a wink, and they drove off into the sunset, leaving a trail of bubbles in their wake.