Molly adjusted her black beanie and peered through the cracked window of the brightly-lit mansion. The sound of laughter and joyful shrieks from the children inside made her grin. "Jackpot," she muttered under her breath. Bill, her partner in crime, approached with a skip in his step. "What's the plan, Molls?" he asked, admiring the colorful array of balloons adorning the grand entrance. "We'll wait until the cake and presents segment," Molly announced, already mapping out their route in her head. "That's when most of the adults will be distracted." "Where will we stash the loot?" Bill inquired, rubbing his hands together. Molly nodded towards a giant bouncy castle in the backyard. "There. It's the perfect hideout. We blend in with the kids, and it's got plenty of room for the swag." Bill snickered. "Genius, as always." As the night fell, the pair snuck into the party, disguised as a clown and a magician respectively. Music blared, and the children danced around them, mesmerized by their antics. Spotting the massive pile of presents, Molly signaled to Bill. He gave a curt nod and began working his magic, literally, entertaining the crowd while Molly sneaked behind the stack. "Hey, kid," Molly called out to a small boy dressed as a dinosaur, "want some help unwrapping your presents?" The boy nodded excitedly, and Molly got to work, replacing each gift with an identical decoy she had brought along. The originals were swiftly hidden in her over-sized magician's coat. Bill, meanwhile, kept the crowd engaged, pulling never-ending scarves from his sleeves and making toys disappear - into his pocket, of course. Suddenly, the music stopped. Molly's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see the birthday girl's father standing on stage, microphone in hand. "It's time for the cake! Gather 'round, children!" Seizing the opportunity, Molly gestured to Bill. They casually made their way to the bouncy castle, their pockets bulging with stolen treasure. Huddled inside the inflatable fortress, they shared a satisfied grin. "We did it," Bill whispered, high-fiving Molly. "Not so fast," Molly replied, a glint in her eye. "Remember, the best part about any heist is the getaway." As the partygoers sang 'Happy Birthday' and cheered for the candles to be blown out, Molly and Bill slipped away unnoticed, their coats adorned with nametags reading 'Thank You For The Presents.' And with that, they vanished into the night, leaving behind only laughter, memories, and a few too many decoy dolls. After all, it's not stealing if it's just a little bit of harmless fun, right? (498 words)