Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves, crouched behind a bush outside an elaborately decorated mansion. Colored balloons, streamers, and cartoon-themed piñatas adorned the property, giving it the vibrant appearance of a child's dream party. Inside, the joyful squeals of young partygoers reverberated through the large windows. Surrounded by such extravagance, the duo could barely contain their glee. "I can't believe our luck, doll," Bill whispered, his eyes wide with greed. "A kiddie birthday bash. The perfect distraction for a little present-snatching." He chuckled at his own pun, nudging Molly with his elbow. Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk. "Alright, clown," she retorted, "Let's not get party hats in a twist. The real gift is the haul we're about to unwrap. How do you want to wrap this up?" Bill's wheels were already spinning. "Here's the game plan, birthday girl. You'll be the adorable but "lost" birthday goer. Crying your eyes out, of course. That'll keep the grown-ups occupied while I sneak in as a replacement piñata. Once I'm in, I'll whack 'em all with my little friend." Molly arched an eyebrow. "Your 'little friend'? Bill, this isn't the time for that!" "Get your mind outta the toy chest!" Bill hissed, blushing tomato red. "I mean my trusty crowbar, Trixie. Ge