Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering through the leaves at the chaos of balloons, streamers, and sugar-fueled children running amok in the backyard. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, adjusting her ski mask. "Of course, Molly. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's party?" Bill replied, his eyes fixed on the pile of brightly wrapped presents under a gaudy piñata. "Well, I don't know. It seems a bit... low, even for us." "Low? It's genius! No one guards presents at a kid's party. They're too busy making sure little Timmy doesn't eat a crayon." Molly sighed, "Alright, but what's the plan? We can't just waltz in there." "Simple. We blend in." "Blend in? Bill, we're wearing ski masks." "Details, details. We just need a distraction." Molly raised an eyebrow, "And what do you suggest? Release a pack of wild dogs?" "Don't be ridiculous. We use the classic 'lost balloon' trick." "Lost balloon trick? That's not a thing." "It is now. Watch and learn." Bill pulled a deflated balloon from his pocket, blew it up, and let it go. It zipped through the air, spiraling wildly before landing in the punch bowl. "Great. Now what?" Molly asked, unimpressed. "Now, we wait for the chaos." As if on cue, a child shrieked, "Balloon in the punch!" and a wave of giggles and screams erupted. "See? Chaos," Bill grinned. "Okay, but how does that help us?" "While they're distracted, we sneak in, grab the loot, and sneak out. Easy peasy." Molly shook her head, "You're insane, but let's do it." They crept along the hedge, inching closer to the pile of presents. The children were now gathered around the punch bowl, fascinated by the floating balloon. "Alright, Molly, you grab the big ones, I'll take the small ones," Bill instructed. "Why do I get the big ones?" "Because you're stronger." "Flattery won't get you anywhere, but fine." They darted forward, each grabbing as many presents as they could carry. Just as they were about to make their escape, a voice rang out. "Hey! What are you doing?" Molly froze, "Uh, Bill, we've been spotted." "Quick, act natural," Bill whispered. "Natural? We're holding a mountain of presents!" "Just smile and wave." Molly forced a grin, "Hi there! Just, uh, helping with the gift relocation." The child who had spotted them tilted his head, "Gift relocation?" "Yeah, it's a new thing. Very trendy," Bill added, nodding vigorously. The child seemed unconvinced, "I don't think that's a thing." "Sure it is! Ask your parents," Molly said, inching backward. "Okay, but I'm telling Mr. Fluffykins," the child declared, pointing to a large, fluffy dog that was now bounding towards them. "Bill, we have a problem," Molly muttered. "Time to go!" Bill shouted, dropping a few presents as he turned to run. Molly followed suit, the sound of barking and children's laughter echoing behind them. As they reached the safety of the hedge, Molly couldn't help but laugh, "Well, that was a disaster." "Not entirely," Bill said, holding up a single, small present. "We got something." Molly shook her head, "Next time, let's stick to banks." "Agreed. But hey, at least we made some kids laugh." "Yeah, and gave them a story they'll never forget."