Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster, peering over the edge at the colorful streamers and balloons fluttering from the gazebo. "Alright, so here's the plan," Bill whispered, consulting a crude map of the party layout. "We go in through the bounce house entrance, snag the presents, and make our escape out the back." "Sounds simple enough," Molly nodded, adjusting her black ski mask. "You sure you can fit in the bounce house?" Bill asked dubiously. Molly was a bit on the larger side for a cat burglar. "Oh, I can fit," Molly said darkly, eyes narrowing behind her mask. Bill gulped. "Okay then. I'll create a diversion at the piñata, you make a run for the gifts. Ready?" "Ready," Molly confirmed, cracking her knuckles. They scurried out from behind the dumpster and towards the party. Molly squeezed into the bounce house, her large frame bulging the vinyl walls. Bill marched up to the piñata and gave it a mighty whack with the stick. "Hey, no fair!" a kid cried. "I was next!" As the children rushed over to protest, Molly emerged from the bounce house with the entire pile of presents clutched in her arms. "Got 'em!" she panted to Bill, before both thieves made a mad dash for the fence.