Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley, surrounded by the murmur of sugared-up kids and the wailing of off-key singing. They peered through the slats of the fence, eyes fixed on the chaos erupting in the backyard. It was a kiddie party of epic proportions, with a bouncy castle, a petting zoo, and what looked like an endless supply of cake. But Molly and Bill weren't interested in the festive atmosphere – they were after the real treasure: the presents. "Okay, here's the plan," Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the yard. "I'll create a diversion with the bouncy castle, and you slip in through the side door and grab as many gifts as you can." Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And what's the diversion?" "I'll just, uh, 'accidentally' turn it up to max inflation. The kids will be too busy screaming with delight to notice you." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're going to traumatize a bunch of five-year-olds for the sake of some toys?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, it's all about the ends, Bill. Now let's get to work."