"Alright, Bill," Molly said, tapping a finger against the photocopied flyer she held. "Operation Candy Cane Caper is a go. Saturday, 3 PM, Jones' backyard. Parents are distracted, kids are sugar-fueled, and presents are practically begging to be liberated." Bill squinted at the flyer. "Jones? That guy with the inflatable dinosaur? The one who always has way too many balloons?" "That's the one," Molly confirmed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "He's throwing a 'Super Dino Safari' party for his little Timmy. You know what that means, right? A mountain of plastic dinosaurs, enough juice boxes to sink a small boat, and presents piled higher than a T-Rex's femur." Bill chuckled. "Sounds like a dream come true. So, how are we gonna pull this off? We can't exactly waltz in dressed as velociraptors, can we?" "No, but we can be resourceful," Molly declared. "I've got a plan. Picture this: I'll dress as a clown, the classic distraction. Juggling, balloon animals, the whole nine yards. You, my friend, will be the 'party photographer', inconspicuous as a chameleon in a rainbow factory." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And while I'm snapping blurry pictures of screaming toddlers, you'll be slipping presents into your clown pants?" "Exactly!" Molly exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I've got a special padded costume, Bill. Think of it as a high-tech loot pouch. We'll stuff it full of goodies and make a swift exit before anyone notices." "But what about the security?" Bill asked, pointing to a line on the flyer. "It says 'security guard on duty'." Molly smirked. "Security guard? Please. We're talking about a guy whose idea of 'security' is a plastic spatula and a stern look. I'll distract him with a magic trick gone wrong, maybe involve a few squirting flowers. Meanwhile, you can be discreetly 'adjusting your lens' and sweeping up the loot." Bill shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You're insane, Molly, absolutely insane. I love it." "That's what they all say," Molly replied, leaning back, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's finalize the loot list. I'm thinking a good mix of action figures, board games, and maybe a few bicycles if we can manage it." "Bicycles?" Bill exclaimed, picturing two thieves struggling to pedal away with oversized loot. "You're really going for broke this time, aren't you?"