Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves, squatted behind a thick hedge in the backyard of the bustling mansion. Inside, the children's party was in full swing. Colorful balloons bobbed cheerfully, and the sound of shrill laughter intermingled with clanging utensils. The pair's eyes, however, were fixated on the oversized piñata brimming with stuffed animals and shiny gift bags piled high. "Piece of cake, just like we planned," Bill whispered, his hazel eyes glinting mischievously. "You distract the clown, and I'll go for the loot. We'll be in and out before they can say 'Scooby-Do'." He chuckled, patting the balloon-shaped helium tank strapped to his back. Molly raised a dubious eyebrow. "You sure this is the right gig, Bill? Stealing from kids?" she asked, tugging at her baseball cap emblazoned with an ironic unicorn. "Relax, Molly," Bill reassponded with a dismissive wave. "These kids won't miss a thing. Their parents have more money than they know what to do with. It's practically a public service." He paused, his grin turning sly. "Besides, think of the resale value on eBay. We'll be laughing all the way to the bank." Molly sighed, the air hissing between her fluorescent green braces. "Fine, but this better go according to plan, or we're donating our shares to charity," she warned, adjusting her clown costume.