Molly leaned back in the dilapidated office chair, a cup of lukewarm coffee cradled in her hands, and gazed through the grimy windowpane at the sun-drenched afternoon. "This is the perfect weather for a heist," she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Across from her, Bill snorted, his pierced nose wrinkling in distaste. "What's perfect about it? It's sweltering out there," he said, his thick beard dripping with sweat. "I'm pretty sure I just lost a pound of water weight just walking in here." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "That's why we'll be dressed in these lovely outfits," she said, holding up two bright orange jumpsuits emblazoned with "Happy Helper" in glittering letters across the back. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Those are ridiculous," he said flatly. "We look like pumpkins with arms." "That's the point!" Molly said. "No one will suspect a thing. We'll blend in with the other party staff." Bill shook his head, his messy brown hair flying around his face. "You really think so? We're not exactly the bouncy castle type." Molly grinned mischievously. "That's why we'll be the ones operating the bouncy castle. No one pays attention to the people blowing up balloons and handing out cake. We'll be invisible." Bill sighed, resigned. "What's the plan, then?" Molly launched into a detailed explanation of their scheme, complete with hand gestures and excited squeals. Bill listened with a bemused expression, interjecting with sarcastic comments whenever Molly got too carried away. "...and then we'll make our break for the present table, grab as many as we can carry, and make our escape through the photo booth," Molly finished, out of breath. Bill rubbed his temples. "You realize we're stealing from children, right? Is this some sort of sick revenge against your parents for never getting you a Barbie Dreamhouse?" Molly laughed. "Of course not! Although, now that you mention it, that would be a great score. But no, I just really love presents. And I love the idea of taking them away from a bunch of entitled little brats who only care about getting more, more, more." "You're a true humanitarian," Bill said dryly. Molly beamed. "That's why they call me 'The Gift'. Now put on your jumps