The air hung heavy with the sickly sweet scent of bubblegum and imminent disappointment. Molly surveyed the scene before her with the critical eye of a seasoned burglar, ignoring the cacophony of shrieking children bouncing on a brightly colored inflatable castle in the shape of a unicorn. "This," she muttered, adjusting the pink feather boa she'd inexplicably swiped from a nearby partygoer, "is going to be a challenge." Bill, decked out in a clown costume that clashed spectacularly with his grizzled features, grunted in agreement. Balloons bobbed precariously on his oversized shoes, threatening to send him tumbling with every clumsy step. "I feel like a damn sideshow attraction, Moll. This better be worth the humiliation." "Think of it as method acting," Molly said with a grin, nonchalantly plucking a biscuit off a passing tray. "We're infiltrating the enemy by blending in." "Blending in? We stick out like sore thumbs, Moll. Literally." Bill gestured at his unruly wig, a tangled mess of neon green curls. "Do you think they'll offer me a balloon animal?" "Focus, Bill. The target is those presents," Molly said, pointing towards a table laden with brightly wrapped boxes. "I hear the birthday boy is the son of some tech mogul. These aren't your average Fisher-Price toys, Bill. We're talking the top-of-the-line gadgets, limited edition robots, maybe even a solid gold teddy bear." "Gold teddy bear? That's rich." Bill snorted, adjusting his oversized red nose. "You know what else is rich? These kids' parents. Their wallets are practically begging to be relieved of their contents." "Easy, tiger," Molly warned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's not get greedy. We just need the presents. Besides, we wouldn't want to disrupt the festivities, would we?" She winked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Think of it as a service, Bill. We're liberating these gifts from their materialistic captivity! Sharing the wealth with those less fortunate… like us." Bill snorted. "Lousy justification for petty theft, Moll. But alright, fine. Let's play make believe for a couple of hours. What's the plan?" Molly leaned closer, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Operation: Birthday Bonanza is a go. First, we need a distraction..."