Molly and Bill crouched behind a cluster of inflatable bounce houses, peering through the mêlée of sugared-up children shrieking with glee. "This is our chance," Molly whispered, eyes gleaming. "With all the kids distracted, we can slip in, grab the presents, and be gone before anyone notices." Bill gulped, sweat beading on his forehead. "I don't know, Mol. A children's party? It feels...wrong." "Aw, don't be such a softie," Molly teased. "You were the one who said we should aim for easy targets." "I know, but..." Bill glanced at the sea of innocent faces, then back at Molly's determined expression. "Fine, you win. But we do this fast and clean, okay? No scares, no confrontations." Molly grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, here's the plan..." They huddled close, murmuring and nodding. Then with a deep breath and a final nod, they sprang into action, weaving through the mayhem toward the tempting pile of gaily-wrapped gifts. The clock was ticking. The heist was on.