Molly and Bill huddled behind a cluster of inflatable balloon animals, their eyes fixed on the bustling children's party. The smell of cotton candy and grilling hot dogs wafted through the air, making Molly's stomach growl. "Focus, Molly," she whispered to herself. "Okay, here's the plan," Bill murmured, keeping his voice low. "I'll create a distraction near the clown doing balloon art while you sneak over to the gift table." Molly nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And then?" "Grab as many presents as you can and stuff them into your sack. We'll rendezvous back at the van and make our escape." "Sounds simple enough," Molly said, grinning. "But what kind of distraction are we talking about? I don't want you to upstage the hired entertainment." Bill smirked. "Don't worry, I've got a classic up my sleeve. I'll pretend to trip and spill my drink on the clown's big shoes. While everyone's attention is on the commotion, you make your move." Molly giggled, trying to stifle her laughter. "I love it. Let's do this." They exchanged a quick high-five before melting into the crowd of animated children and clueless parents. As Bill approached the balloon-twisting clown, Molly skirted the edge of the party, her sights set on the treasure trove of gaily wrapped packages. The heist was on.