Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, eyeing the bouncy castle. "Of course, 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 clown car chase," Molly said, glancing nervously at the face-painting station. "Relax, Molly. We blend in, grab the loot, and bounce. Easy peasy," Bill assured, nodding towards the pile of presents. "Blend in? Bill, we're not exactly dressed for a party," Molly pointed out, tugging at her black turtleneck. "That's why I brought these," Bill said, pulling out two party hats from his backpack. "Party hats? Really?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, no one questions a person in a party hat," Bill insisted, placing one on his head. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you," Molly sighed, reluctantly donning her hat. "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids cry," Bill chuckled, creeping towards the gift table. "You're terrible, Bill," Molly muttered, following him with a smirk. "That's why you love me," Bill winked.