Molly and Bill crouched in the bushes, eyeing the brightly decorated house. Balloons and streamers adorned the yard, while children's laughter echoed through the air. "This is it, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The motherlode of all birthday loot." Bill snorted. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Molly. Breaking into a kids' party? We're lower than low." "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures," Molly retorted. "Besides, those rich brats don't even appreciate their toys. They'll be forgotten in a week." "Alright, alright. So what's the plan?" "We wait until the cake is served, then slip in through the back door. I'll create a distraction while you grab the presents. Meet back here in ten." Bill rolled his eyes. "And what kind of distraction did you have in mind?" Molly grinned. "Oh, I thought I'd start a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. With a real donkey." Bill chuckled. "Well, that ought to do it. Let's get this over with." The two thieves crawled out of the bushes and headed towards the house, their hearts pounding with anticipation. It was going to be a party to remember.