Molly and Bill stood in the shadows, watching as children ran amok in the park, their laughter and shrieks filling the air. Balloons and streamers decorated the scene, and a pile of brightly wrapped presents sat tempting them by the snack table. "This is the place," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Look at all those gifts. We're gonna be rich, Bill!" "Molly, calm down," Bill replied, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "We can't just rush in there. We need a plan. Those kids are fierce." He nodded towards a group of children defending their goodies from a swarm of ants. "I've got it all worked out," Molly said, pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket. "We go in there," she pointed to a gap in the fence, "stealth mode. Then we—" "Wait, what's that?" Bill interrupted, pointing to a sign that read 'Beware of the Dogs'. "Are those—is that a pack of wild toddlers?" "No, those are just the birthday boys," Molly replied, rolling her eyes. "Now, focus. We go in, grab the gifts, and—" "And what? Run?" Bill asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "With those trikes and scooters after us?" "Details, details," Molly waved her hand dismissively. "We'll figure it out. Now let's move!"