In the dim glow of a single streetlamp, Molly and Bill hunched over a blueprint that was more doodle than detail. The plan seemed straightforward enough: infiltrate a children’s birthday party and make off with a treasure trove of gifts. Bill scratched his head, proving yet again that thinking was a physical exercise. "Did you ever imagine our careers would lead to swiping teddy bears and toy trains?" he whispered, his breath clouding in the chilly evening air. "Not really," Molly replied, scanning the perimeter of the fenced-off garden adorned with fairy lights and plastic balloons. "But a job’s a job. Remember, it’s not just about the toys. It’s the thrill of the heist." As they approached the back gate, Molly’s eyes caught the glitter of a piñata hanging from a tree, standing guard like a shiny sentinel. Why, inside that papier-mâché donkey could be the jackpot—tiny treasures wrapped in shiny gold foil. Bill, however, was momentarily distracted by the suspiciously strategic placement of plastic flamingos. Could they be alarm triggers? Only one way to find out. Ducking under a banner that read ‘Happy 7th Birthday Tommy’, Molly and Bill melted into the shadows. This was no ordinary mission; this was child’s play turned expert level espionage.