Molly and Bill crouched behind the inflatable bounce house, surveying the chaos of the children's party. The sound of maniacal laughter and screams of delight filled the air, accompanied by the wail of a kazoo band playing a rendition of "Happy Birthday." Molly adjusted her bright pink wig and oversized sunglasses, while Bill checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "Okay, Bill, the plan is to go in during the cake-cutting ceremony," Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the party. "The kids will be distracted, and the adults will be too busy trying to get the perfect Instagram shot to notice us." "Right, and then we make a beeline for the present table," Bill replied, his voice low and serious. "I've got the gift-bag grabber, you've got the wrapping paper remover. We can have all the loot in under two minutes." Molly nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And then we make our exit, with the goods, of course. I've got a buyer lined up for the good stuff – we're talking Nerf guns, sparkly dolls, the works." Bill chuckled, a low rumble that made Molly stifle a giggle. "You're a genius, Molly. This is going to be the best heist of the year."