Molly cased the brightly decorated backyard, her eyes darting over the mountain of presents stacked beside the bouncy castle. Bill joined her, munching on a pilfered sandwich from the buffet table. "You know," Bill said, wiping crumbs from his chin, "I've never seen so much loot outside of a toy store." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We need a distraction. Those kids are like guard dogs with sugar highs." "Easy," Bill replied with a grin. "We rig the piñata to explode with candy. When the little monsters are distracted, we swoop in." Molly nodded, impressed despite herself. "And the getaway?" "Simple. We dress up as party entertainers. Clowns," Bill suggested, his smile widening. "Clowns?" Molly's voice pitched. "You mean the one thing more terrifying to children than losing their presents?" "Trust me," Bill assured her, patting his oversized, polka-dotted jacket. "It's perfect. They'll be too busy crying for their parents to notice us." Molly sighed, unable to find a flaw in the absurd plan. "Fine, but if we end up in a dunk tank, I'm pushing you in first." Bill chuckled, adjusting his oversized bow tie. "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids' days... and ruin them spectacularly." As they waddled towards the party in their oversized shoes, Molly couldn't help but mutter, "I can't believe we're actually doing this as a career." Bill winked. "Hey, it beats a 9-to-5. Plus, think of the stories we'll tell our grandkids." With a shared look of mischievous glee, Molly and Bill merged into the chaos of the party, ready to execute their unconventional heist.