Molly and Bill crouched in the bushes, surveying the brightly lit children's party through binoculars. The vast array of presents stacked underneath the twinkling tree was too tantalizing to resist. Molly whispered, "Look at those gift tags. Some of them must be from wealthy parents. We're in luck tonight, Bill." "Uh huh, but we gotta move fast, Molly. We don't wanna be caught by the parents or worse, those sugar-crazed kids." Molly chuckled. "Relax, Bill. I've got a plan. We'll sneak in as caterers and bring out trays of 'special' cupcakes. Once the parents are distracted, we'll swap the real presents with decoys and make a run for it." Bill stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Special cupcakes, huh? You mean...?" "Yep. Laughing gas frosting. Just enough to make 'em giggly and careless, not enough for medical attention." "Molly, you're wicked, but I love it." Bill grinned mischievously. "Let's get those cupcakes ready and make this heist the most memorable children's party ever." With wicked grins and a shared sense of excitement, they set off to prepare their sweet and hilarious deception.