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 castle. "Okay, but what's the plan?" Molly asked, still skeptical. "Simple. You distract them with your balloon animal skills," Bill said, nodding towards the pile of colorful latex. "My balloon animals look like abstract art," Molly protested. "Exactly! 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. "Then we blame it on the clown. Everyone blames the clown," Bill said confidently. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm telling them you ate all the cake," Molly warned. "Deal. Now, let's make this the most memorable party ever," Bill said, rubbing his hands together.