Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table littered with party invitations, blueprints, and candy wrappers. The dim light cast shadows across their mischievous faces. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, pointing to a crudely drawn map. "We'll enter through the back gate during the magic show. All the kids will be distracted, and the parents will be too busy gossiping and sipping mimosas." Bill rubbed his hands together. "I like where this is going. What's next?" "We'll blend in with the crowd, maybe snag a slice of cake or two," Molly continued. "Then, we make our way to the present table. You create a diversion while I stuff the gifts into our loot bags." "What kind of diversion?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. Molly grinned. "You'll start a conga line. Kids love that stuff. They'll be so caught up in the dancing, they won't even notice us swiping their presents." Bill chuckled. "A conga line, huh? I've always wanted to lead one of those." "Just don't get too carried away," Molly warned. "We need to be in and out before the piñata comes out. That's when things get really chaotic." Bill furrowed his brow. "Won't the kids be upset when they realize their presents are gone?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, they'll be so hopped up on sugar, they won't even remember what presents they had. Besides, we'll leave a few token gifts behind, like those weird educational toys that no one ever plays with." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Okay, I'm in. But what's our escape plan?" Molly tapped the map. "We'll slip out through the side gate during the obligatory group photo. By the time they realize what's happened, we'll be long gone, and the kids will be too busy screaming and crying for their parents to organize a search party." Bill leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. "This is going to be the heist of the century. The perfect crime." Molly held up a finger. "Just one more thing. We need to look the part. I'm thinking colorful hats and those little party blower things." Bill laughed. "Absolutely. We'll blend right in with the clown and the magician. They'll never suspect a thing." Molly rubbed her hands together. "Perfect. Let's do this. We'll be the talk of the criminal underworld. The masterminds who pulled off the greatest children's party heist in history." The two thieves shook hands, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they finalized their plans, they knew that this would be a day the children and parents would never forget, even if they didn't realize what had truly happened behind the scenes of the most exciting, chaotic, and sugar-fueled event of the year.