Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, watching a horde of sugar-fueled seven-year-olds demolish what appeared to be a princess-themed birthday party. Pink streamers fluttered like surrender flags while chocolate cake casualties littered the pristine lawn. "This feels morally questionable," Bill whispered, adjusting his black ski mask that made him look more like a confused burglar than a seasoned thief. Molly rolled her eyes and peered around the castle's plastic turret. The present table groaned under towers of rainbow-wrapped boxes, each one practically screaming with potential treasure. Her criminal instincts tingled with excitement. She'd masterminded bank heists and jewelry store capers, but somehow infiltrating little Emma's backyard birthday bash felt like her greatest challenge yet. The children moved in unpredictable swarms, shrieking with primal joy that could alert neighbors three blocks away. A particularly aggressive child wearing a tiara launched himself off the slide while another performed what could only be described as interpretive dance near the gift table. "Where exactly are the parents?" Bill muttered, watching the chaos unfold. The birthday girl spotted them immediately, pointed dramatically, and released an ear-piercing squeal that could shatter windows. Their cover was officially blown by a gap-toothed kindergartner.