Molly adjusted the earpiece in her ear, her eyes scanning the crowded children's party from across the street. Bill, disguised as a bumbling clown, made his way through the throngs of sugar-high kids, his bright orange wig a stark contrast to his typical sleek suit. "I'm in position," Bill's voice crackled in Molly's ear. "There's a pile of presents the size of a small mountain. We're talking iPads, dolls, the works." Molly's eyes narrowed as she watched a group of rowdy four-year-olds attempt to take down a piñata. "I don't see the security detail. You'd think they'd have at least one grown-up with a brain to monitor the gift table." "Amateur hour, baby," Bill said, his voice muffled as he blew up a balloon animal for a chorus of squealing children. "These rich people think they're above petty theft. They're just asking to be targeted." Molly's gaze flicked to the plate of half-eaten cupcakes and the sagging banner that read "Happy Birthday Emma!" in glittery letters. This party was the epitome of suburban excess – a shining target for two professional thieves like themselves. "Bill, I need you to create a diversion near the gift table. Can you, ah, get the kids laughing?" Molly asked, her eyes never leaving the table. "You want me to break out the ol' squirt gun, huh?" Bill's chuckle was accompanied by the sound of kids giggling in the background. "Something like that," Molly said wryly. "Just make sure it's not so loud that it attracts the attention of the neighbors." Molly's eyes locked onto a particularly garish gift-wrapped box with a tag that read "Best Friends Forever". Her fingers itched to get her hands on that box – what could possibly be inside something that flashy? Bill's voice drew her attention back to the task at hand. "I've got a group of kids in stitches with my impressive balloon-twisting skills. When do you make the grab?" Molly's eyes scanned the area, her mind racing with the logistics of the heist. "Give me thirty seconds. I'll slip in, grab the boxes, and get out. Keep the kids distracted." "Roger that," Bill said, his voice laced with excitement. "It's showtime." As Molly waited for the signal, she felt a familiar buzz of adrenaline. Stealing from adults was boring – but kids' parties were the ultimate challenge. These parents would be too busy arguing over whose kid ate the last cupcake to even notice the presents were gone. Bill's cheerful whoop echoed through the earpiece, followed by a chorus of kids screaming in delight. It was time. Molly slipped out of the shadows, a bright pink wig covering her hair as she blended into the crowd of sugar-crazed kids. She made a beeline for the gift table, her hands fluttering over the boxes as she weighed her options. Time to give these kids a birthday to really remember – the one where all the presents vanished into thin air.