Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the colorful streamers that adorned the backyard. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. Bill, adjusting his fake mustache, grinned. “Of course! Look at all those presents! It’s like a treasure trove of joy!” “Joy? We’re stealing from kids!” Molly rolled her eyes. “What’s next? Snatching candy from babies?” “Only if they’re really cute,” Bill chuckled, glancing at a piñata shaped like a unicorn. “Besides, it’s just a little party. They won’t miss a few toys.” Molly sighed, her conscience battling her excitement. “Okay, but we need a plan. We can’t just waltz in there like we own the place.” “Waltzing? I thought we were sneaking!” Bill said, mimicking a waltz with exaggerated arm movements. “We’ll go in, grab the goods, and be out before they even notice.” “Right, because nothing says stealth like a waltz,” Molly smirked. “What about the parents?” “Distract them with cake! Everyone loves cake!” Bill declared, puffing out his chest. “Now, let’s go steal some joy!” Molly shook her head, a reluctant smile creeping onto her face. “You’re ridiculous, but fine. Let’s do this.”