Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle like a ninja with questionable stealth skills. She glanced at Bill, who was pacing nervously beside a table stacked with half-eaten cupcakes and suspiciously sticky napkins. The party was in full swing—balloons bobbed overhead, a clown juggled rubber chickens, and somewhere a toddler was crying about the unfairness of life. Perfect distraction. "Okay, Bill," Molly whispered, though the word seemed absurd given the volume of children screaming three feet away. "Here's the plan: We get in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone notices the chaos is missing a dozen wrapped boxes." Bill snorted. "You mean before the parents notice. The kids? They'll be too busy arguing over who gets the dinosaur toy." Molly gave him a pointed look. "Focus. You’re the getaway driver. I’m the stealth operator." Bill rolled his eyes. "Yeah, stealth. Because nothing says stealth like breaking into a birthday party with clowns and confetti cannons." Molly stuck out her tongue. "Says the guy hiding behind a balloon arch like it’s a fortress." Bill peeked around the inflatable castle. "Well, it’s a fortress, in a way." She sighed. "Look, the organizer said the presents would be under the big table near the snack station. The tricky part is getting past the parents and their eagle eyes." "Parents are useless," Bill grinned. "I’ve never seen so many adults glued to their phones." Molly smirked. "Exactly. Which means they won't see us waltzing out with half the party haul." "Speaking of waltzing, how do you plan to actually grab the presents? Those wrapping papers are thick." "You’d be surprised," Molly said confidently. "I’ve got gloves with heat sensors so I can avoid the laser alarms—I mean, their 'security system' of dogs and toddlers." Bill laughed. "Heat sensors. For toddlers? You’re ambitious." "Ambitious, or just desperate," Molly muttered. "Alright, operation 'Pin the Tail on the Heist' is almost underway. Ready?" Bill cracked his knuckles. "Ready as ever. Who knew stealing kid’s presents would be the highlight of my week?" Before Molly could answer, a small hand grabbed Bill’s pant leg. He knelt down to find a curly-haired boy looking up at him with chocolate-smeared cheeks. “Trick or treat!” the boy announced, holding out a cupcake. Bill blinked. "Kid, it’s June." The boy shrugged. “Good enough.” Molly snorted from behind the castle. "You’re slow. Let’s move." Bill smiled at the kid, took the cupcake, and stood up. "Alright, kiddo. You just bought us a little time." They slipped through the crowd, Molly leading the way with agile precision while Bill kept an eye out for suspicious adults wielding juice boxes or party hats. Near the snack table, Molly pointed. “There. Underneath the tablecloth.” Bill crouched down, reaching for a towering pile of gifts. "Jackpot. Hey, check this out—’Thanks for coming’ cards sealed with glitter glue. Nightmare." Molly started pulling the presents into a duffel bag. "Shh, Bill. Some of these could be worth a fortune. At least to that weird kid selling rare Pokemon cards on the playground." Bill nodded, stuffing a box of toy cars next to a giant teddy bear. “Think anyone will notice?” “Only if the cake falls over or a clown trips on his own oversized shoes,” Molly whispered with a mischievous grin. Just then, a booming voice interrupted. “Who’s there?!” Bill froze. Molly blinked. A large man in a party hat advanced, holding what looked like a Nerf gun. “Security!” Bill turned to Molly. “Abort?” “No. Not yet.” She winked. “Let’s see if he can handle a little chaos at birthday central.” With a quick nod, they prepared for the most absurd getaway in heist history—trading gifts for mayhem at the happiest place on earth.