Molly adjusted the wig on her head, her reflection staring back at her in the cracked mirror. She had to admit, she made a convincing clown. If only the kiddos knew what was coming. Bill, on the other hand, looked ridiculous in his oversized bunny suit. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he grumbled, fiddling with the floppy ears on his head. Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, it's just a little child's birthday party. How hard could it be? Besides, think of all the loot we'll get our hands on. Toys, games, cash - it's a gold mine!" Bill snorted. "Yeah, if we don't get caught. Have you ever tried to blend in with a bunch of sugar-crazed kids? I don't have the energy for it." Molly chuckled. "That's why we're not going in as parents. Nobody pays attention to the entertainment. We'll just slip in, grab the presents, and slip out before anyone even notices." Bill looked skeptical. "And how exactly are we going to do that? We can't exactly walk out the front door with our arms full of loot." Molly grinned, pulling a small device out of her pocket. "That's where this little baby comes in. It's a remote control for the bounce house. I'll set it up near the presents, and once we've got them all, we'll activate it and make a run for it while everyone's distracted." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that's a horrible idea, right? We could end up trampled by a bunch of kids, or worse, caught by the parents." Molly waved him off. "Oh, relax. It'll be fine. We've pulled off crazier heists before, remember? This is a piece of cake." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know why I let you talk me into these things. We should stick to robbing banks, like normal thieves." Molly patted him on the shoulder. "Ah, come on. Where's your sense of adventure? Now, let's go. We don't want to be late for the party." They made their way to the backyard of the house, where the party was already in full swing. Molly could hear the sound of laughter and squealing kids, and the smell of grilled hot dogs filled the air. She and Bill made their way over to the bounce house, trying to blend in with the other party-goers. As they set up the remote control, Molly whispered to Bill. "Okay, here's the plan. We'll start with the presents under the tree, then move on to the ones scattered around the yard. Once we have everything, we'll trigger the bounce house and make a break for it." Bill nodded, looking around nervously. "Okay, but let's make it quick. I don't want to spend any more time here than we have to." Molly rolled her eyes again, but she knew Bill was right. They had to be in and out as quickly as possible. She gave him a quick nod, and they both moved towards the Christmas tree. The presents were all neatly wrapped and piled high, and Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she started stuffing them into her oversized clown pockets. But then she remembered all the times she had gone without as a kid, and she pushed the guilt aside. They worked quickly, moving from the tree to the presents scattered around the yard. They had almost made it back to the bounce house when Molly heard a small voice behind her. "Hey, mister. Why are you taking all the presents?" Molly froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned around to see a small girl staring up at her with wide, innocent eyes. Bill was already halfway to the bounce house, but Molly knew she couldn't just leave the girl standing there. She crouched down, trying to smile through her panic. "Oh, sweetie. I'm not taking them. I'm just checking to make sure they're all here. Your parents are so thoughtful to get you all these wonderful toys." The girl looked unconvinced, but Molly could hear Bill activating the bounce house. She knew they had to go, now or never. She stood up, gesturing towards the bounce house. "Look, there's the bounce house! Your friends are all going in. Why don't you go join them?" The girl looked torn for a moment, but then she nodded and ran off towards the bounce house. Molly let out a sigh of relief, and then she and Bill ran off into the night, their arms full of loot. As they made their way back to their hideout, Bill looked at Molly with a mixture of admiration and exasperation. "Only you could turn a children's birthday party into a successful heist." Molly grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Hey, a thief's gotta do what a thief's gotta do."