Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering at the chaos of balloons and sugar-fueled children. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, eyeing a kid wielding a foam sword. "Absolutely, Molly. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's party?" Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized sunglasses. "But what if we get caught? I don't want to end up in a bouncy castle prison," Molly said, glancing nervously at the inflatable fortress. "Relax, Molly. We blend in, grab the loot, and bounce. Literally," Bill chuckled, pointing at the bouncy castle. "Okay, but what's the plan?" Molly asked, still skeptical. "Simple. You distract them with your balloon animal skills," Bill suggested, nodding towards the pile of colorful balloons. "My balloon animals look like abstract art," Molly protested. "Perfect! They'll be so confused, they won't notice me swiping the presents," Bill assured her. "And if they do notice?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We'll blame it on the clown," Bill said, gesturing to the clown struggling with a unicycle. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you," Molly warned. "Deal. Now, let's go make some balloon... things," Bill said, leading the way with a mischievous wink.