Bill peered through the binoculars, scanning the backyard where the children's party was in full swing. Clowns, bouncy castles, and a huge pile of colorfully wrapped presents perched atop a picnic table under a 'Happy Birthday, little Jimmy!' banner. "Looks like all the loot is just waiting for us," he said, handing the binoculars to Molly. "Bunch of saps, leaving a mountain of gifts unguarded with all the commotion." Molly took the spyglasses and took a long look, a grin spreading across her face. "Damn, it's like they're begging to be robbed. Birthday cards scatter the yard." Bill chuckled. "Brother, little Jimmy's going to wake up real sad tomorrow when all his shiny new toys are gone and that cash is spent on bail money." "Shit, we're the real monsters, Bill. Well, them too." Molly gestured at a clown aggressively twisting balloons for screeching children on command. "Awkward." "We've made villains of far worse than a clown. Now, let's get the truck parked and hack these presents." Bill started the car as Molly stuffed the goods heist tools in her windbreaker pockets. Peppered amongst the catering staff, the pair breezed into the party uncommented upon. Molly wheeled in a cart of presents wrapped identical to the pile they planned to lift. As Bill distracted a clown into twisting him balloon animals, Molly kicked open thequet table leg out and tipped the pile onto the cart. Bubble wrap and bows cascading. "Bill! Let's get gone!" Molly whispered loudly. "Oh, diggity dong dang, why'd she get mad at me for that?" Bill abandoned the sad clown to waddle away with her. Out the back, they shoved the filthy sweets in their ride. Bill fired up the engine as helicopters descended. Molly screamed "Pull over, you fucks!" The car screeched to a halt as black van doors flew open, assaulting them with heavy exhales of ammo belt music. Molly and Bill were lifted by SWAT into the air a la Priority Homicide. Their dauntless lead officer stuffing himself with Mad Libs and Indie Rock Barbie said "Seriously? You got SWATTED by a toy heist team because of some DIY dook? That's a fail, you dumbasses..." Bill scowled as they were dragged away. "Feels weird, yeah. Maybe we're getting the bit too old for this shit, man..."