Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, peering through the mesh windows at the chaotic children's party. Balloons bounced between toddlers, and a clown flung pies with reckless abandon. “Alright, Bill,” she whispered, “here’s the plan. We get in, grab the gifts from under the table, and vanish like balloon animals popping.” Bill scratched his chin, eyeing a suspiciously pink present. “Do you think the kids resist hugs if we’re dressed as a bouncy castle?” Molly smirked. “Thought you’d never ask. You wear the costume, I distract with cake.” Bill groaned. “I don’t want to be a human bounce house, Molly. Last time you got stuck in a vent trying to 'blend in.'” “Minor setback," she said, shrugging. “This time is foolproof. I’ve even got glitter glue—special for sabotage.” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Glitter glue? Are we stealing gifts or redecorating the party?” “Stealing, obviously. The glue makes the kids’ shoes stick. One slip, and chaos. Perfect cover for our escape.” Bill nodded slowly. “Alright, human bounce castle. Let’s cause some sticky mayhem.” Molly grinned. “After all, who can say no to a hug? Especially if it’s a sneaky one.”