Molly peeked through the window, assessing the chaos inside. "Bill, it's like a sugar explosion in there." "Perfect cover, Molly. Who'd suspect two seasoned thieves at a kid's party?" Bill grinned, glancing at his partner. "You mean besides every parent watching from the sidelines?" Molly raised an eyebrow, still surveying their target. "Nah, parents are dealing with cake-melted tantrums. They won't notice two more adults mingling," Bill assured, adjusting his party hat. Molly rolled her eyes. "This is definitely a new low for us. Stealing presents from children?" "Technically, it's a strategic redistribution of excessive consumerism," Bill quipped. "Or, you know, stealing from kids," Molly countered, shaking her head. "Think of it as lightweight practice runs for the big leagues," Bill said, trying to sound earnest. "Or just light-headed from too much helium," Molly retorted, pointing at the deflating balloon arch. "Details, details," Bill waved away her concern. "Besides, it's not like we're keeping the loot. We're... distantly donating." Molly smirked. "Okay, Robin Hood. Stick to the plan, alright?" "Absolutely," Bill nodded. "We slip in unnoticed, grab the goods, and vanish like... glitter in a carpet." "Which never actually disappears," Molly noted. "Exactly the brilliance!" Bill beamed.