The bouncy castle hulked in the fading light, a garish purple beast deflating slowly like a forgotten birthday wish. Molly pulled her beanie further down, casting her face in shadow. "You sure about this, Bill?" Bill adjusted the oversized clown shoes that were currently trying to swallow his entire foot. "Relax, Molls. It's kiddie prey. Oblivious targets. Low security. We're in and out before the last sugar-crazed goblin hits the piñata." "Easy for you to say," Molly muttered, eyeing a rogue balloon that bobbed menacingly towards her. "You’re practically camouflaged in that monstrosity of a costume. I look like a runaway goth princess." Bill snorted, a sound that resembled a leaky rubber duck. "You look adorable, Molls. Besides, you're the brains of the operation. My role is purely aesthetic. I'm the distraction." He winked, a gesture that was somewhat undercut by the enormous, plastered-on grin of his clown mask. Molly shuddered. "Distraction, huh? So I’m assuming you’ve thought of a plan beyond just juggling stolen fruit and tripping over toddlers?" Bill, predictably, hadn't. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was thinking...maybe I could do magic tricks? I saw this kid online who made a rabbit…disappear." Molly leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "Hold up. If we’re talking magic tricks, maybe I can get in on that action. I can vanish the presents right out from under their noses." "Right, right," Bill mumbled. He was already scrambling to repack his bag, which vaguely resembled a clown-sized clown car. "Magic, stealth...this is going to be epic. Think we can swipe the cake too?" Molly grinned, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Only if it's chocolate. Mommy’s got a sweet tooth, you know." Bill sniffed, clearly offended. "Hey, don't underestimate my commitment to the cause. I once ate a whole birthday cake in one sitting just to prove a point." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A point about what, Bill?" "About my undying love for cake, obviously," he said, puffing out his chest. "Now come on, let's go make some mayhem. It's party time!" He strutted in exaggerated strides towards the bouncy castle, leaving a trail of glitter and despair in his wake. Molly sighed and followed, trying to ignore the growing butterflies in her stomach. This was going to be either a disaster or the greatest heist of their careers. Either way, she was determined to have some fun.