Molly flipped through the guest list once more, her eyes narrowing as she recognized a familiar name. "Bill, look here. Little Tilly's having a joint birthday party with all her classmates. Can you believe it? Her parents must be loaded!" Bill scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Well now, that does sound like quite the haul. How's about we pay them a visit this weekend?" "That's just what I was thinking." Molly grinned, imagining the piles of shiny new toys and games waiting to be snatched. They spent the next few days planning in meticulous detail, poring over blueprints of the house and scheming about how best to gain entry without raising any alarm. Molly even went so far as to purchase a bright red wig and a pair of oversized clown shoes, her plan being to blend in seamlessly with the other party attendees. Finally, the big day arrived. Molly pulled her getaway car to a discreet location down the road, her heart pounding with excitement. As she slipped into her new disguise, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt knowing that all these innocent kids would be heartbroken when they discovered their presents were missing. But then she reminded herself that it was just business, and anyway, they were only after the toys—not the joy of Christmas morning. With renewed determination, she made her way over to the house, ready to strike gold.