Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, eyeing the chaos of sugar-high kids and oblivious parents. "You sure about this? A kids' party feels... sticky." Bill glanced at the mountain of colorfully wrapped gifts piled near the snack table. "Sticky's good. Less security, more loot. Besides, who’s guarding these? Clowns? Balloon animals?" Molly sighed, wiping a smear of frosting from her sleeve. "Yeah, but there’s like, ten parents around. And the birthday kid's mom looks like she means business." Bill grinned. "Perfect distraction. While they argue over singing 'Happy Birthday' for the third time, we swipe the goods." Molly peered around again. "Okay, but the cake's a bomb, and the pinata might be booby-trapped." Bill laughed. "If that pinata's got explosives, I'll eat my hat. Now, last question—are you sure you want the mini trampoline in the getaway?" She smirked. "Well, it’s either that or the clown car. And I’m pretty sure you’ll embarrass us both trying to drive it." Bill glanced at the trampoline with mock dread. "Fine. Trampoline it is. Let’s bounce before someone starts the magic show."