Bill and Molly crouched behind the inflatables, peering at the chaos of the children's party in the park. Clowns juggled, kids screamed, and an overzealous magician performed tricks in the distance. A pile of elaborately wrapped presents sat enticingly on the picnic tables. "Molly, you sure this is the right gig? Stealing from kids?" Bill whispered, eyebrows raised. "Bill, they're not just any presents," Molly replied, scanning the area. "I did my homework. The parents here are tech moguls and CEOs. Those boxes have the latest gadgets and luxury goods." "But isn’t it, you know, morally questionable?" Bill asked, watching as a kid ran past with a balloon sword. "Have you forgotten who you are, Bill?" Molly nudged him. "We’re not here to hand out party favors." "Alright, alright," he muttered. "So, what's the plan again?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You act like you haven’t been my partner for years. We blend in, pretend to be entertainers. I’ll handle face painting, you're on balloon duty. Meanwhile, keep an eye on that gift table." "Balloon duty?" Bill grimaced. "Can't I be something cooler, like a roving magician?" "Remember last time, with the rabbit and card tricks, Bill?" Molly reminded him dryly. "Half the crowd booed, the other half called animal control." "Fine," he surrendered, cracking his knuckles. "Balloon artist it is. But what's our exit strategy?" "Simple. I’ll create a distraction by pretending to spill paint, causing a ruckus. When everyone's too busy gossiping about the disaster, you swoop in and snatch the presents," Molly explained with a mischievous grin. "Ambitious," Bill muttered. "All this for some boxes of tech?" "Think of it as a... charitable redistribution." She winked. "Sure, if you consider stealing from the rich and giving to us 'charitable,'" Bill chuckled. "And what if someone catches us?" "You and your what ifs," Molly sighed. "I’ve scoped the place. Parents are more interested in their bottomless mimosas than their kids' latest gadgets." "Alright, I’m in," Bill relented. "We doing this now?" "Balloon swords and face paint at the ready," Molly instructed. "Let's put on a show." Bill sighed, slipping on a clown nose. "If only my high school guidance counselor could see me now." "And my art teacher, always saying I'd never make a living drawing faces," Molly giggled, grabbing her paint set. "Let's give these kids memories they'll never forget." "Or they'll need therapy for," Bill added under his breath. He picked up a pack of balloons. "Remember, subtlety, Molly." "Always subtle, Bill," she assured him, standing up. "Now, let’s steal some joy back from the future corporate overlords." As they walked confidently towards the party, Bill muttered, "Ever feel like we're the good guys in a twisted way?" "All the time, partner," Molly replied with a wink. "All the time."