Molly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill? Breaking into a children's party feels a bit low, even for us." Bill grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, Molly, where's your sense of adventure? Think of all those shiny new toys just waiting to be liberated." "Liberated? You mean stolen," Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Potato, potahto," Bill shrugged. "Besides, we're not exactly stealing from kids. It's their parents' fault for spoiling them rotten." Molly pursed her lips skeptically. "I don't know, Bill. What if we get caught by a horde of angry moms wielding cake forks?" Bill let out a hearty laugh. "That's the thrill, darling! We'll be like Santa's naughty elves, swooping in and out before anyone even realizes their presents are gone." Molly couldn't help but crack a smile at his enthusiasm. "Alright, you silver-tongued devil, you've convinced me. But if we end up on the wrong end of a piñata stick, I'm blaming you." Bill winked mischievously. "Duly noted. Now, let's go spread some unconventional holiday cheer!"