"Molly, are we really about to rob a children's party?" Bill asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. Molly grinned, "Bill, my dear, it's not robbing. It's... redistributing joy." Bill raised an eyebrow, "Redistributing joy? You've been reading too much Robin Hood." Molly laughed, "Maybe. But think about it, Bill. All those shiny, unused toys, just waiting for a new home." "And the children?" Bill asked, still hesitant. Molly waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, they'll get over it. Besides, we'll leave them something in return." "Like what?" Bill questioned, his curiosity piqued. Molly pulled out a bag of balloons and a whoopee cushion, "These. They'll be too busy laughing to notice the missing presents." Bill couldn't help but chuckle, "You're a genius, Molly." Molly bowed theatrically, "I know. Now, let's get to work. We've got a party to crash." Bill sighed, "Alright, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly winked, "Deal. Now, remember, Bill, we're not thieves. We're joy redistributors." Bill rolled his eyes, "Right. Joy redistributors. Let's go."