Molly leaned against the ancient oak tree, glancing at the colorful chaos of the children's party just beyond the fence. "Alright, Bill, how are we gonna pull this off?" Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses, trying to look inconspicuous. "Simple. We blend in, smile a lot, and bob for apples like our lives depend on it." "Bob for apples?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We're stealing presents, not becoming party clowns." "Trust me, it's brilliant. Who suspects the enthusiastic apple bobber? We win a prize, make 'em think we're part of the entertainment." "Fine, say we manage that, what's next?" "Next, we hit the gift table while they're all doing the piñata thing. Everyone’s eyes on candy, no eyes on us." Molly smirked. "Right, because nothing says distraction like candy flying through the air." "Exactly. Just gotta look innocent and cheery. Think rainbows and sunshine," Bill insisted, waving his hands dramatically. "I’ll channel my inner unicorn," Molly chuckled. "And what if some nosy parent starts asking questions?" "We'll say we're the new clowns in town—Bubbles and... uh, Smiles!" Bill declared with a flourish. "Bubbles and Smiles?" Molly burst out laughing. "That's our cover?" "Got a better idea? Plus, who’s gonna question names like those?" Bill defended, a grin creeping onto his face. "Alright, Bubbles," Molly conceded, still chuckling. "And these presents? How do we carry them out without anyone noticing?" "Easy. We use this," Bill said, pulling out a large, gaudy party bag with 'Happy Birthday' printed on it. "Toss a couple of cheap toys on top, the real payload underneath." "Classy and inconspicuous," Molly nodded approvingly. "Who's gonna look twice at something that bright?" "Exactly! We waltz out like we’re just two carefree partygoers. If we look like we belong, no one will question it." "And the only potential hiccup is?" "Tripping over small screaming humans," Bill whispered, glancing nervously at the children running around. "They act like they’re tiny banshees." Molly rolled her eyes. "We don't trip. We float. Like... what’s it? Ninjas on tiptoes." "Right! Ninjas, but with balloons," Bill agreed enthusiastically. Molly folded her arms, the plan forming in her mind. "And after the presents?" "We scatter like confetti in the wind. Different directions, meet at the rendezvous." "Smart. You're not just any heisting partner, Bill, you're a genius." "That's why you've had me on every job for what, five years now?" Bill puffed up with fake pride. "More like because you owe me five years' worth of favors," Molly teased. "Details, details," Bill waved it off. "Ready to crash this party?" Molly glanced back at the mayhem. "Balloons, cake, and chaos... Yep, let’s go give those kids a party they'll never forget." Bill adjusted his sunglasses one last time, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Operation Bubbles and Smiles is a go." Molly linked her arm with his. "To the piñata!" With a shared laugh, they crossed into the colorful fray, ready to pull off the most festive heist of their careers.