Molly pushed a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear as she studied the crude map of the party venue Bill had scrawled on a piece of paper. "Okay, so we're clear on the layout – entrance, food table, bounce house, and a giant inflatable slide that screams 'lawsuit waiting to happen'." Bill snorted, tapping the pen against his chin. "That's the beauty of it. No one expects a heist at a five-year-old's birthday party. We blend in with the other parents, grab the loot, and get out before anyone misses the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You really think we can pass as parents? I mean, we're not exactly the parenting type." Bill grinned. "Hey, we're adaptable. We've posed as everything from veterinarians to tax auditors. A pair of frazzled parents is a piece of cake." She sighed. "Okay, but what's our cover story? Why are we even here?" "Easy – we're the parents of the birthday boy's friend's cousin's stepbrother's nephew or something. The kid's name is Timmy, by the way." Molly's eyes widened. "You actually know someone who knows someone whose kid is at this party?" Bill shrugged. "Technically, the cousin of the friend of the stepbrother of the nephew is my ex-girlfriend's brother-in-law's... well, you get the idea. The point is, it's a connection. Now, let's get down to business – we need disguises." Molly rummaged through the trunk of Bill's car, filled with an assortment of ridiculous hats, wigs, and glasses. "Okay, what do you want to look like today?" Bill held up a outrageous mustache and a pair of oversized novelty sunglasses. "This will make me look like a responsible adult, right?" Molly's laughter echoed across the parking lot. "You're going to stick out like a sore thumb." He shot her a mock-offended look. "This is a classic look. What about you?" Molly slipped on a bright pink wig and a pair of cat-eye glasses with rhinestones. "I'm going for the 'overcaffeinated, sleep-deprived new mom' look. Trust me, no one suspects a mom running on fumes." Bill rolled his eyes. "You know we have to blend in, not become the center of attention." She winked. "That's the plan, but a little misdirection never hurt." Just as they were about to leave, Molly spotted a group of harried parents lugging massive gift bags into the venue. "Wait, we need gifts. We can't show up empty-handed." Bill grunted. "Really? Can't we just improvise?" Molly shook her head. "Come on, Bill, think. We show up without a gift, people will assume we're not actually parents. It's a rookie mistake." With a huff, Bill tossed her a wrapped gift box from the backseat. "Here – it's a re-gifted sweater set. I hope Timmy's kid likes sweaters." Molly raised an eyebrow at the lopsided bow. "Your wrapping skills are atrocious." Bill shrugged. "Hey, at least it's something. Now, are we ready to pull off the Great Birthday Heist?" Molly tucked the gift under her arm and pushed the pink wig back in place. "Let's go ruin a perfectly good birthday party."