Molly and Bill huddled behind a dumpster, peering out at the brightly colored tents and inflatable bouncy castles that filled the park. The sounds of laughter and delighted squeals echoed through the air, and Molly could hardly contain her excitement. "This is it, Bill," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The motherlode of all birthday parties. Just think of all the loot we're going to walk away with." Bill scratched his stubbly chin and squinted at the crowd of children milling about. "I don't know, Molly. This seems kind of...scuzzy, even for us. I mean, stealing from kids?" Molly rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the ribs. "Oh, lighten up, Bill. It's not like we're stealing from actual kids. We're stealing from their rich, entitled parents. Besides, if they can afford to throw a birthday party this extravagant, they can afford to lose a few presents." Bill sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Alright, fine. But we need to be careful. I don't want to get caught by the party planner or the clown. Those guys are always on high alert." Molly grinned and clapped her hands together. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan. We'll wait until the puppet show starts, then we'll sneak in through the back entrance. All the parents will be distracted, and we'll be able to grab the presents and make a clean getaway." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A puppet show? You're going to use a puppet show as a distraction?" Molly nodded. "Oh, it's genius, Bill. Trust me. I saw it on a kids' TV show once. The puppets start doing all sorts of wacky stunts and the kids go crazy. It'll be chaos. We'll have all the time in the world to grab the loot." Bill couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, Molly. I'll trust your crazy scheme. Let's do this." As they began to make their way towards the back entrance, Molly suddenly stopped and pulled a small puppet out of her bag. It was a bright red bird with huge, googly eyes and a ridiculous beak. Bill stared at the puppet in confusion. "What the hell is that?" Molly winked and slipped the puppet onto her hand. "This, my dear Bill, is our secret weapon. Meet Fred, the Funny Feathered Fowl." She made the puppet do a silly dance, complete with squawks and flapping wings. Bill couldn't help but crack a smile, despite himself. Molly chuckled. "See? Kids love this stuff. They won't know what hit 'em." As they reached the back entrance, Molly gave Fred one last flourish and then stuffed him back into her bag. They quietly made their way into the party, weaving through the crowd of kids and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. As they approached the gift table, Molly's eyes widened at the sight of all the presents. There were toys, games, books, and even a few gadgets that looked like they cost a pretty penny. Bill whistled softly. "Jackpot, Molly. This is more than we bargained for." Molly grinned and began stuffing presents into their bags. "Quick, Bill. Fill them up before anyone notices." As they worked, Molly suddenly heard a commotion coming from the puppet show area. She peeked over her shoulder and saw a group of kids shouting and laughing hysterically. "Looks like Fred did his job," she whispered to Bill. Just then, they heard a voice behind them. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Molly and Bill froze and slowly turned around. Standing before them was the party planner, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard and a headset. Molly quickly tried to think of an excuse. "Uh, we're...we're here to deliver these presents to the birthday boy. We got lost on the way." The party planner squinted at them suspiciously. "I don't remember hiring any delivery people. And those bags look awfully full." Just then, a group of kids came running up to the party planner, tugging at her sleeve. "Miss, miss! You have to come see this! The puppets are doing the craziest things!" The party planner sighed and rolled her eyes. "Not now, kids. Can't you see I'm dealing with something important?" But the kids wouldn't let up, and eventually the party planner relented and followed them back towards the puppet show. Molly and Bill exchanged a relieved glance and quickly slipped away, their bags bulging with loot. As they made their way out of the park, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. "We did it, Bill. We actually did it." Bill grinned and clapped her on the back. "You were right, Molly. That puppet show was the perfect distraction. Who knew stealing from a kids' party could be so much fun?" Molly laughed and held up her puppet. "Like I always say, Bill. When it comes to heists, you've got to think outside the box."