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Molly adjusted her ski mask and glanced at Bill, who was busy sketching a crude diagram on a napkin. "Are you sure this is going to work?" she asked, her voice muffled. Bill looked up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Of course it'll work. We're professionals. Now, listen up. The party starts at 2 PM sharp. We'll arrive fashionably late, around 2:15. By then, the kids will be too hopped up on sugar to notice us." Molly nodded, her skepticism waning. "And the presents?" "Easy peasy," Bill said, tapping the napkin. "We'll blend in with the other parents, make small talk, maybe compliment the host on their Pinterest-worthy decorations. Then, when no one's looking, we'll stuff our bags with the loot." "What about security?" Molly asked, eyeing a nearby security camera. Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft, please. It's a kids' party, not Fort Knox. Besides, we'll be wearing our disguises." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Disguises?" Bill grinned, pulling out two inflatable sumo wrestler costumes from his backpack. "Ta-da! Who's going to suspect a couple of jolly, oversized partygoers?" Molly stared at the costumes, her mouth agape. "You want us to dress up as sumo wrestlers?" "Why not?" Bill shrugged. "It's the perfect cover. Plus, it'll be hilarious." Molly sighed, realizing she was in too deep to back out now. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Bill said, already struggling to put on his sumo suit. "Now, let's get to the party before all the good presents are gone!" As they waddled towards the house, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Sure, stealing presents from children was morally questionable, but hey, desperate times called for desperate measures. And besides, it was all in the name of comedy. They arrived at the party, their sumo suits drawing curious glances from the other guests. Molly spotted the pile of presents in the corner and nudged Bill. "There's our target," she whispered. Bill nodded, his eyes fixed on the prize. "On my signal, we make our move." They mingled with the crowd, cracking jokes and pretending to enjoy the festivities. Finally, Bill gave Molly a subtle thumbs up. "Now!" They waddled over to the presents, their oversized suits making it difficult to move quickly. Molly grabbed a gift, her arms barely able to reach around it. "Hurry up!" she hissed. Bill stuffed a few more presents into his suit, his face turning red from the effort. "I'm trying, but these things are heavy!" Just then, the birthday girl spotted them. "Hey, what are you doing with my presents?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing. Molly froze, her mind racing for an excuse. "Uh, we're just...um...checking them for...quality control?" The girl looked unconvinced. "I don't think so. Mommy!" Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked glance. "Abort mission!" Bill whispered urgently. They tried to make a break for it, but their sumo suits made it impossible to move quickly. The other parents quickly surrounded them, their faces a mixture of confusion and anger. "Well, this is awkward," Molly muttered, as they were led away in handcuffs. Bill shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "At least we had fun, right?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Remind me never to go on a heist with you again." "Hey, it's all part of the job," Bill said, as they were shoved into the back of a police car. "And hey, maybe we'll get a book deal out of this. 'The Sumo Suit Heist: A True Story of Comedy and Crime.'" Molly groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."