The moon hung high as Molly and Bill perched on the edge of a crumbling brick wall, their eyes scanning the dimly-lit vicinity of the Henderson's estate. The house flickered with muted laughter and the shimmering glow of party lights, teasing white clouds of balloons against the night sky. Bill pulled a piece of gum from his pocket and noiselessly chewed it, a habit he claimed helped him think. "This is a disaster waiting to happen," he murmured, his voice barely louder than a whisper. Molly glanced over, eyebrows knitting together with concern. "What's the crisis, team leader? Mind sharing with the class?" "It's the Zucchini. That shrub stands guard right at the garden entrance," Bill said, motioning with his eyes towards the menacing plant with zigzag leaves that echoed the image of fear in children's bedtime stories. "The zucchini?" Molly snorted, squinting through her binoculars. "You've got to be kidding me. Those things can't even guard a tomato plant, let alone a pile of toys." "You don't get it, Molly. It's psychological warfare! The Zucchini strikes fear in every heart at the sight," Bill said, his hand gripping the binoculars tighter. "Alright, Professor Fright-Night," Molly said, aiming a mocking glance at Bill. "Tell me, how are we going to navigate past our green, fearsome foe?" "I'll explain," Bill said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "We distract it. Remember, it's just a plant, a big, leafy one at that." Molly chuckled, "You mean like scattering fake coins or something? I fear you may be overthinking this." "Nope," Bill said with a smirk. "I've got something better. An invasion of the Zucchini bunnies." "Bunnies now?" Molly sighed. "What do you plan, simulate a farm escape?" "Hear me out," Bill pleaded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I bought these inflatable Zucchini bunnies. Once we place them near the shrub, the guests will be too busy helping them get to safety. While they're all merrily detached from the real world, we swoop in." "Bill, I'm not your seventy pounds of fluffy hare, but a grab bag is an interesting approach. So, are we going with Zucchini bunnies, Mr. Cleverpath?" Molly asked. "Yes, Ms. Handsomejob," Bill said with a flourish. He retrieved a bag filled with – yes – inflatable Zucchinis of different sizes. Molly snatched one of the gizmos from the bag and raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding," she laughed. "Okay, bring it on, Garden Bunny Invasion!" And so, their ridiculous plan was set into motion. Armed with fake bunnies and laughter (Molly's contagious giggles often made even crime seem fun), they managed to crack the case of the missing presents from beneath everyone's noses!