Molly crouched behind a cluster of balloon animals, eyeing the chaos inside the backyard carnival. The children ran wild, sugar highs blurring their coordination, while parents sipped lukewarm coffee, blissfully unaware of the impending heist. Presents—piled like a treasure trove—sat tantalizingly on a plastic table near the piñata. Bill wiped the sweat from his brow and checked the timer strapped to his wrist. "Are you sure the clown distraction will work?" Molly smirked. "Bill, when has a sugar-fueled clown ever *not* been a perfect distraction?" A toddler squealed nearby, chasing a runaway helium balloon. The noise provided cover as Molly slipped from their hiding spot, moving with the grace of a cat who'd rather be anywhere else. Bill followed reluctantly, whispering, "Just don’t get caught in the bounce house again." “Would you let me live that down?” Molly’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she reached the gifts and began stuffing a glittering wrapped box into her bag. Above them, the piñata burst, showering candy rain. Chaos erupted; parents scrambled while kids shouted. Bill grinned, grabbing a hefty gift. “Alright, partner, Operation Sugar Rush is officially underway.”