Molly crouched behind the inflatable unicorn, watching miniature superheroes chase each other around the backyard while parents chatted obliviously near the gift table. The mountain of colorfully wrapped boxes sat unguarded, practically begging to be liberated. "This is ridiculous," Bill whispered, army-crawling through the flower bed in his three-piece suit. Dirt smudged his expensive tie as he joined her behind the mythical creature. "We're supposed to be stealing diamonds, not Pokémon cards." "Trust me on this one," Molly hissed, adjusting her fake mustache. "Little Timmy Henderson's dad owns half the tech companies in Silicon Valley. Those aren't ordinary birthday presents." A six-year-old in a Batman costume ran past their hiding spot, cape flowing dramatically behind him. Bill flinched as the child's war cry pierced the air. "What if there's nothing but toys in there?" Bill peered skeptically at the gift table through his smudged glasses. "Then we'll have the best garage sale in criminal history," Molly replied, watching Mrs. Henderson emerge from the house carrying a elaborate dinosaur cake. "Look, she's bringing out the cake. Perfect timing." The birthday song erupted from the crowd of sugar-high children and exhausted adults. Bill winced at the off-key chorus while Molly checked her modified diaper bag, ensuring their tools remained secure. "On my count," she whispered, "we belly-crawl to the bounce house, use it as cover, then make our move when everyone's distracted by cake distribution." Bill straightened his tie nervously. "I should have worn my sneakers instead of Italian leather." "Should have thought of that before agreeing to infiltrate a children's party," Molly smirked, watching the crowd gather around little Timmy as he prepared to blow out seven candles. The children's cheers grew louder as each candle was extinguished. Parents pulled out phones to document the momentous cake-cutting ceremony. Even the family dog seemed mesmerized by the sugary spectacle unfolding on the picnic table. "Now!" Molly scrambled toward the bounce house, her fake beard slipping sideways. Bill followed reluctantly, his expensive shoes squelching through sprinkler-dampened grass. They reached the inflatable castle just as the adults began arguing about cake serving sizes and dietary restrictions. "Coast is clear," Molly whispered, eyeing the unattended gift table. "Remember, grab the heavy ones first. Electronics have weight." "What if we get caught?" Bill adjusted his crooked mustache, looking ridiculous in his formal attire. "Then we're early-arriving clowns who got confused about entertainment setup," Molly grinned, producing an emergency red nose from her pocket. "I always have backup plans." The birthday boy's delighted shriek echoed across the yard as someone suggested opening presents. Molly's eyes widened with panic. "Change of plans," she grabbed Bill's arm. "Sprint formation, now!" They launched from their hiding spot like mismatched NFL players charging toward the end zone, leaving confused parents and one very deflated inflatable unicorn in their wake.