Molly crouched behind the rainbow-painted fence, her black burglar outfit clashing spectacularly with the pastel birthday decorations. She peered through a gap at the mountainous pile of wrapped presents stacked beside a plastic castle bouncy house. Her partner Bill emerged from behind a garden gnome, somehow having gotten tangled in streamers during reconnaissance. "The gift table is unguarded," Molly whispered, plucking confetti from his beard. Children shrieked with sugar-fueled joy as a clown twisted balloon animals into unrecognizable shapes. Parents clustered near the beverage station, desperately caffeinating themselves while little Timothy celebrated his seventh birthday with the enthusiasm of a small hurricane. "Coast is clear," Bill confirmed, untangling himself from the decorations. Molly watched a toddler faceplant into the chocolate cake. Perfect distraction. She calculated the distance between their hiding spot and the treasure trove of presents. Twelve feet of open lawn dotted with discarded juice boxes and one suspicious-looking birthday girl who kept scanning the yard like a tiny security guard. The plan was foolproof. What could possibly go wrong at a children's party? Besides everything, of course. "Ready?" Molly asked. Bill nodded grimly, preparing for the most ridiculous heist of their careers.