"Bill, I don't know about this," Molly whispered, glancing around nervously at the bustling backyard full of excited children. "This might be our most absurd heist yet." Bill scoffed, crouching behind a bush as he adjusted his fake mustache. "Are you kidding, Molly? It's a bunch of little kids and distracted parents. We'll be in and out before anyone realizes what hit them." "But still..." Molly hesitated. "It feels wrong, you know? It's a birthday party!" "All the better for us," Bill replied, unphased by her concern. "They won't be expecting it. Besides, it's not like we're here for their piggy banks. We're after the big score: those shiny, expensive presents." Molly shook her head, but couldn't help cracking a grin. "You're terrible, Bill." He chuckled. "Terribly good at what I do." Molly sighed, peering over the bush to survey the party once more. "Okay, fine. So what's the plan?" "Simple," Bill began. "I'll blend in with the parents, saying I'm a friend of the family. I'll sneak around back to where they're stashing the gifts. Meanwhile, you'll be the distraction." "Distraction?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Yep," he said, handing her a brightly wrapped box with a bow on top. "Present time. When everyone's oohing and aahing over this little beauty, I'll make my move." Molly examined the box suspiciously. "What's inside?" "Nothing important," Bill replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "A decoy, of course. A stuffed animal or something. It's all about selling it as the coolest present there." Molly nodded, tucking the box under her arm. "Alright, I can do that. Then what?" "Once I've got the loot secured, we rendezvous at the park down the street and make our getaway," Bill explained. Molly took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "Ready?" Bill gave her a sly smile. "As ready as that clown over there who has no idea he's about to get upstaged." Molly laughed, standing up and stepping out from behind the bush. "Showtime." Bill watched as Molly made her way into the crowd, adjusting his ridiculous patterned tie before emerging from his hiding spot. "Look, honey," he heard a mother say as he walked past. "It's Mr. Jenkins! I didn't know he'd be here." Bill smiled to himself, knowing he'd made the right choice impersonating the kids' beloved teacher. He discreetly slipped to the back of the house, noticing the open window leading to the gift room. He could hear Molly hamming it up in the front yard, announcing the arrival of her "amazing present." Bill silently cheered her on as he climbed through the window, his heart racing as he spotted the mountain of gift bags and brightly wrapped boxes. As the sound of delighted children filled the air, Bill set to work filling his own bag with the best gifts he could find, grinning ear to ear at their impending success.