Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in the dingy backroom of an abandoned toy store, poring over blueprints of the posh Goldstein estate. "Okay, so the kiddie party will be in full swing tomorrow from 2 to 5 pm," Molly said, tapping the map. "That gives us a 3-hour window to infiltrate, snatch the goods, and get gone." Bill rubbed his chin. "Hmm, how do you propose we get inside? Scale the walls dressed as chimney sweeps?" Molly shot him a withering glare. "Don't be an idiot. I've got us a foolproof disguise." She whipped out two puffy, pastel unicorn costumes and tossed one at Bill. He caught it and groaned. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm a 200-pound ex-con, not a magical fairy horsey!" "Listen, dumbass," Molly snapped. "Those decadent Goldstein brats will be so high on sugar and hysteria, they won't even notice two awkward unicorns mingling with the entertainers." Bill sighed and started changing into the costume. "Fine, then what?" "Then we mill about casually, waiting for the opportune moment. When the coast is clear, we sneak into the gifts, stuff as many as we can into our unicorn pouches, and make a swift, inconspicuous exit." "Into the waiting van," Bill added. "Exactly. We'll be long gone before anyone realizes the loot is missing." "What about the cake?" Bill asked, unicorn head now on. "What about it?" Molly replied. "I want some cake. I didn't sign up for this heist to miss out on a perfectly good birthday cake." Molly rolled her eyes. "If time allows, you can snag a slice on the way out. Now let's go over the plan again..." The next day, Molly and Bill stood nervously in line with the other costumed entertainers, waiting to enter the Goldstein's opulent backyard. "This is it," Molly said out of the corner of her mouth. "Follow my lead and don't screw it up." "You're cutting off my circulation," Bill whined. "Shut up and act natural!" Molly hissed. Suddenly, the gilded gates swung open and the entertainers began filing inside. Molly and Bill shuffled along, trying not to look conspicuous. Inside, the backyard was a whirlwind of shrieking children, roaming mascots, and harried parents. A live band played on a stage, competing with the cacophony. Molly surveyed the chaos. "Okay, the gift table is over by the gazebo, see it?" Bill nodded. "Now we blend in. Start passing out unicorn stickers or something." For the next hour, Molly and Bill milled about, dispensing stickers and posing for photos, all the while inching closer to the gazebo. Finally, an opportune moment presented itself. The band launched into a rousing rendition of "Baby Shark," drowning out all other noise. Molly elbowed Bill. "NOW!" She cried over the din. They rushed to the gift table and began madly stuffing presents into their unicorn pouches. Molly kept lookout while Bill crammed boxes. "Fill 'er up!" Molly said. "That's it, more! More!" "Any of these for me?" Bill asked, holding up a glittery box. "NO! Just the expensive ones!" Suddenly, a voice cut through the mayhem. "HEY! What are you two doing?!" A red-faced clown pointed at them, eyes wide. Molly froze, a jewelry box in hand. "Uh...we were just, um..." Bill stammered. THINK OF SOMETHING GENIUS! MOLLY THOUGHT FRANTICALLY. Then, in a flash of brilliance, Molly grabbed a nearby bag of confetti and dumped it over the clown's head. While he sputtered and coughed, Molly yanked Bill's arm. "RUN!" They took off, hooves thundering, past the petting zoo, through the bouncy castle, and out the gate. "Hurry, to the van!" Molly cried. They tumbled inside and Bill started the engine. As the van peeled away, Bill turned to Molly with a grin. "So, did I get any cake?" Molly burst out laughing and smacked his arm. "You're such an idiot. We pulled it off though, didn't we?" Bill high-fived her with his hoof. "We sure did, partner. We sure did."