Molly crouched behind a shrub, her eyes fixated on the colorful bouncy castle that was teeming with children. She turned to Bill, who was fumbling with a map of the park, and whispered, "We're going to have to be quick. The moment the kids start tearing into those presents, we swoop in." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the area. "We'll wait for the piñata. It's the perfect distraction. While they're all scrambling for candy, we'll make our move." Molly smirked. "Classic misdirection. I like it. But how are we going to carry all those presents?" "Leave that to me," Bill said, patting a large duffel bag at his side. "I've got everything we need in here. Ropes, sacks, the works." A clown walked by, juggling balls and blowing up balloons. Molly waited for him to pass before continuing their conversation. "What if the parents catch on?" "We'll be in and out before they even realize their kids' presents are gone," Bill assured her, his confidence unwavering. "And if something goes wrong?" Molly pressed, her brow furrowing. "Then we improvise," Bill replied with a wink. "We're pros, Molly. We've dealt with worse than a bunch of sugar-high kids." Molly rolled her eyes. "Says the man who once got spooked by a Chihuahua at our last job." Bill chuckled. "Hey, that dog had the heart of a lion. But this time, nothing's going to stop us. We're like a well-oiled machine. A finely tuned... heist duet." "Heist duet?" Molly laughed, shaking her head. "You're too much, Bill." The sounds of children laughing and music blaring filled the air as the party hit its peak. Molly's eyes glinted with mischief. "Alright, let's do this. I've got my eye on a giant stuffed bear that I'm claiming for myself." Bill grinned, his fingers itching to get started. "The bear's all yours. Just remember, we're here for the high-value items. Electronics, gift cards, that kind of stuff." "Don't worry," Molly said, her gaze never leaving the present table. "I'll grab the bear, and then I'll focus on the goodies." A sudden commotion caught their attention as the birthday girl approached the piñata, a blindfold expertly tied around her head. The children formed a circle, their excitement palpable. "Showtime," Bill murmured, pulling out a pair of wire cutters from his bag. "As soon as that piñata bursts, we make our move." Molly positioned herself, ready to spring into action. "I'll take the left side, you take the right. Meet in the middle." "Got it," Bill confirmed, his eyes focused on the prizes. The piñata swung back and forth, the child's stick connecting with a loud crack. Paper confetti and candy erupted into the air, and the children shrieked with joy, diving for the treats. Molly and Bill sprinted from their hiding spot, their movements swift and silent. They reached the present table in seconds, their hands darting out to snatch the gifts. Parents were too busy ensuring their children didn't choke on candy or knock each other out to notice the thieves at work. In less than a minute, the duo had filled their duffel bag with the most valuable presents. They shared a triumphant glance, their plan executed flawlessly. "Let's get out of here," Molly panted, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Bill slung the heavy bag over his shoulder. "After you, partner." They retreated into the park, blending into the afternoon crowd. The laughter and music of the party faded behind them, replaced by the sound of their own laughter as they made their escape, the spoils of their heist securely in hand.