Molly peered through the bushes, adjusting her ski mask. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea? It’s a kid's party!" "Absolutely! Think of it as an... entrepreneurial venture," Bill replied, pulling out a blueprints of the backyard. “Yeah, ‘cause nothing screams success like robbing kids!” Molly snorted. “They’ll never miss ‘em! What do they know about Hot Wheels or Lego sets?” “Except for the whole crying thing when they realize they're gone. You’ve thought this through, huh?” “Alright, the plan is simple. We sneak in during the piñata smashing. It’ll be chaos!” “Brilliant! And what if we get caught?” “Caught? Pfft. It’s just a bunch of snotty four-year-olds! I’m not worried at all. Just stick to the plan!” “And what’s our code word? In case it gets too hot?” “Um… ‘candy cane’!” “Candy cane? Really? Just sounds too festive for a heist!” “Fine! What about ‘banana split’ then?” Molly shrugged. “Better. But it still sounds like dessert!” “Focus! Once they hit the piñata, we swoop in, grab the loot, and vanish!” “Like thieves in the night?” “Exactly! Now, let’s go steal some toys!” “Right behind you, Robin Hood!”