Molly and Bill sat huddled in their beat-up van, studying the large white tent erected in the backyard of an upscale home. Children's laughter and excited chatter drifted towards them on the warm afternoon breeze. The aroma of grilling hot dogs wafted through the air, making Molly's stomach growl. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly asked, gnawing on her lower lip. "I mean, it's a kids' birthday party. It feels kind of... wrong." Bill scoffed, flipping through the pages of his worn notebook. "Wrong? Molly, we're thieves. When did you suddenly grow a conscience?" Molly crossed her arms defensively. "I never said I had a conscience. I just think there are lines we shouldn't cross, you know? Innocent kids shouldn't be victims of our schemes." Bill rolled his eyes. "Relax, would you? We're not gonna hurt anyone. We'll slip in, grab the presents, and slip out. The kids will never even know we were there. Besides, these rich brats have more toys than they know what to do with. They won't miss a few gifts." Molly sighed, still not entirely convinced. "I don't know, Bill. What if we get caught? I'm not in the mood for a bunch of angry parents chasing us down the street." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's half the fun, Molly. The thrill of the chase! Trust me, we've got this. I've got a foolproof plan." Molly raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh yeah? What is it this time? Please tell me it doesn't involve clowns or mimes like last time. I'm still having nightmares about those creepy bastards." Bill chuckled, flipping to a fresh page in his notebook. "No clowns, I promise. Okay, so here's the deal. I've got a couple of those inflatable sumo wrestler costumes. We'll wear those, pose as entertainers, and blend in with the party. Once we spot the gift table, we'll make our move." Molly's eyes widened. "Sumo wrestler costumes? Are you serious? Those things are huge! We'll stick out like sore thumbs!" "Exactly!" Bill exclaimed, punctuating his excitement with a jab of his finger on the notebook. "That's the genius of it. No one will suspect a thing because we'll be so obvious. It's the perfect disguise." Molly shook her head, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You're insane, you know that? But I've got to hand it to you, it's a ballsy plan. I'm in." Bill grinned, slapping the notebook shut. "That's the spirit, Molly! Let's go steal some presents and give those rich kids a birthday they'll never forget!" They burst out laughing as they rummaged through the back of the van, pulling out the inflatable sumo costumes. In a matter of minutes, they were transformed into two rotund Japanese wrestlers, waddling towards the party tent with determined grins on their faces. As they approached the entrance, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. The children's laughter and joy were almost palpable, and the thought of ruining their special day sat heavy in her stomach. But then she caught sight of the mountain of elaborately wrapped presents, piled high on a table near the back of the tent. Her resolve hardened, and she glanced over at Bill. He gave her a subtle nod, and they slipped inside, blending seamlessly into the party chaos. The heist was on.