Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, surrounded by trash cans and the distant sounds of screaming children. They were dressed in their usual attire: black jumpsuits, ski masks, and an air of confidence that often served them well in their line of work. "Okay, let's review the plan," Bill said, his voice muffled by the mask. "We go in, blend in with the piñata- wielding chaos, and snatch as many presents as possible." Molly nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "And what about the cake? I heard it's a five-tiered monstrosity, covered in edible glitter and enough sugar to fuel a small country." Bill's gaze lingered on Molly's mask. "You're not here for the cake, Molls. We're professionals." Molly pouted. "Spoilsport. Fine. What's the intel on the party?" "Standard kid's birthday bash," Bill replied, consulting a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "Twenty-five guests, ages four to six. The birthday boy's parents are loaded, so we're expecting a payload of epic proportions." Molly rubbed her hands together. "And what's the security situation?" "The only 'security' is a harried-looking party planner who's more interested in maintaining the bouncy castle than keeping an eye on the loot." Molly snorted. "Amateurs." Bill nodded in agreement. "We should be in and out in ten minutes, tops." Molly checked her watch, a gaudy affair with a Mickey Mouse face. "Time's a-wastin', partner. Let's get this party started." They slipped out of the alleyway, merging with the crowd of partygoers streaming into the designated play area. The sounds of Barney the Dinosaur and sugar-fueled screams grew louder, and the scent of freshly baked cake wafted through the air, making Molly's eyes water. Bill nudged her. "Remember, Molls, we're not here to make friends. We're here to get the job done." Molly snorted. "I'll try to contain my excitement." As they entered the party, Molly and Bill instantly blended in with the chaos, dodging grasping toddlers and bewildered parents. They moved with a practiced ease, their eyes scanning the room for the most valuable targets. A shiny new tricycle caught Bill's eye. "Score!" Molly snagged a nearby gift box, adorned with a jaunty bow. "Presents, presents, everywhere!" Within minutes, they had amassed a respectable haul, stashed discreetly in their oversized backpacks. Time to make their exit. As they turned to leave, Molly caught a glimpse of the birthday cake, a towering masterpiece of frosting and sprinkles. Her eyes betrayed her. "Bill, just one little slice..." Bill rolled his eyes. "No cake, Molls. Let's go." With a sigh, Molly followed Bill out of the play area, their backpacks heavy with the loot. Job well done.