Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety card table, studying a hand-drawn map of the children's party venue. The dingy apartment around them was littered with empty pizza boxes and soda cans, a testament to their week-long stakeout. "So, let me get this straight," Molly said, tapping the map with a chipped nail. "We're gonna waltz into a kiddie party, loaded with purloined gifts, without anyone noticing?" Bill smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "That's the plan, my dear. We'll blend in with the crowd, maybe even don a couple of clown noses for good measure." Molly rolled her eyes. "Clown noses? Really? What are we, five?" "Hey, it's all about the element of surprise," Bill countered. "Besides, have you seen the prices on those bounce houses? Kids these days are living the high life." Molly leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Okay, so we're in. Then what? We can't exactly stuff a bunch of presents down our pants and sprint for the exit." Bill's grin widened. "Ah, that's where our secret weapon comes in." He reached under the table and pulled out a large, circa-1995 Jansport backpack, complete with a patch that read "Rad Dude." Molly snorted. "Please tell me that's not what you're planning to use." "What? It's vintage," Bill protested. "And it's perfect for our needs. We'll stuff that bad boy full of loot and be out before anyone notices." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "I still think this is a terrible idea. We're thieves, not party crashers." "Hey, a heist is a heist," Bill said, his eyes gleaming. "And think about it – where better to steal gifts than from a bunch of snot-nosed brats who won't even notice they're gone?" Molly couldn't help but chuckle. "You really have a way with words, Bill." "I do my best," he replied, puffing out his chest. As they continued to plan, the apartment filled with the sound of their laughter and the crinkle of wrapping paper. Soon, the children's party would be underway, and Molly and Bill would be ready to make their move. The "Rad Dude" backpack was poised for action, and the thieves were itching to put their plan into motion. Little did the party-goers know, their presents were about to go on an unexpected journey. The night of the heist arrived, and Molly and Bill found themselves standing outside the venue, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They took a deep breath, adjusted their clown noses, and stepped inside, ready to blend in with the chaos of the children's party. The thrum of excited voices and the swell of birthday music filled the air as they made their way through the crowd, their eyes scanning for the perfect moment to strike. As the kids squealed with delight on the bounce house, Molly and Bill sprang into action, their nimble fingers working quickly to liberate the gifts from their resting places. The "Rad Dude" backpack was soon bulging with loot, and they knew it was time to make their escape. With a nod and a wink, they slipped out of the party, their laughter muffled by the din of adolescent glee. The children's party continued on, blissfully unaware of the heist that had just taken place. Molly and Bill disappeared into the night, their hearts full of mischief and their backpack full of ill-gotten gains. It was just another day in the life of these two thieves, who always managed to find the humor in their high-stakes profession.