Molly crouched behind a meticulously trimmed hedge, her eyes scanning the partygoers through the gaps in the leaves. Bill joined her, brushing a stray leaf from his sleeve with an air of fastidiousness. "You know, Bill, this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said we should target the one percent," Molly whispered, her gaze fixed on the mountain of presents stacked like a colorful fortress beside the inflatable bounce house. Bill adjusted his black beanie, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on, Molly. This is the jackpot. It's not stealing if it's from the hands of the overly privileged. Besides, we're like modern-day Robin Hoods, only without the whole giving to the poor part." Molly rolled her eyes. "Robin Hood didn't wear a ski mask, and he definitely didn't swipe presents from kids." "Technicalities," Bill scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "These brats won't even notice. They're too busy stuffing their faces with sugar." A giggle bubbled up from Molly as she pictured the scene. "You're probably right. But how are we going to do this without looking like the world's worst birthday clowns?" Bill's lips curled into a sly grin. "Easy. I've got a plan. You see that clown over there?" He pointed to a figure in a polka-dot onesie, struggling to twist balloons into animal shapes. "We'll swap places. You've always been good with knots." "And what? I'm just going to waltz in there and tie up the competition?" "Exactly," Bill said, his confidence unwavering. "While I distract the kids with my 'magic' show, you grab the goods. By the time they realize their presents are gone, we'll be long gone, leaving nothing but the echo of their laughter... and a few confused children." Molly bit her lip, considering the plan. "I don't know, Bill. It sounds like something that could go south faster than a child on a sugar crash." "Trust me," Bill urged, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We've planned every detail. We've got the getaway car stashed around the corner, fake mustaches in our pockets, and a burning desire to give those kids a lesson in sharing." Molly let out a long sigh. "Okay, but if this goes sideways, I'm not taking the fall for your 'magic' act." "Scout's honor," Bill said, holding up three fingers in a salute. "We'll be in and out before anyone can say 'abracadabra'." Molly checked her watch. "Alright, let's do this. But remember, if we get caught, I'm blaming the clown." Bill chuckled, patting his jacket pocket where a pair of oversized clown shoes awaited. "The clown always gets away, Molly. It's the quiet ones you've got to watch out for." They both took a deep breath, the adrenaline already beginning to pump through their veins. Molly gave Bill a final nod, and together they burst from their hiding spot, ready to infiltrate the party and pull off the most whimsical heist of their careers. As they approached the party in their disguises, a group of children ran past, shrieking with delight, oblivious to the fact that their presents were about to be 'redistributed' in the most unconventional way. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. It was showtime.