Molly and Bill, two wily thieves, huddled under a faded, leaking gazebo in MacGuffin's Run-down Park. Bill wiped rainwater from his brow as Molly studied a scruffy map of the Kenworthy Estate. They'd heard that the mansion would house a lavish children's party the following day and the guests were expected to bring expensive gifts. "Alright, Bill-o, here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We sneak in through the west service entrance. I'll distract the staff by pouring salt on the dance floor, while you head straight for the presents." Bill, a rotund man with a bushy mustache, scratched his head skeptically. "Salt, really? Won't they just mop it up?" "No, you snooze-alot! When they turn on the sprinklers to clean up the mess, I'll create a ruckus and create our diversion!" Molly laughed, smacking him on the back. Bill grinned, catching on. "So while they're all drenched and panicking, we make our move on the loot!" "Precisely, Bill-o! We'll be in and out before they can say 'Grinch.'" As they cackled, they didn't notice a nearby bush rustle. Officer Johnson, the park's hall monitor, was onto their scheme. The following day, the party was in full swing (pun intended) when Officer Johnson, disguised as a clown, confronted the duo. "Ahem, I suggestion you vamoose before I