Molly peered through the binoculars at the colorful banner that read "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" A mischievous grin spread across her face. "This is it, Bill. The motherlode of children's parties." Bill snorted. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Molly. Breaking into a kiddie party. What's next? Stealing candy from a baby?" "If the baby's got a stash worth stealing, I'm all for it," Molly replied, winking. "But seriously, think about it. Unguarded presents just waiting to be snatched up. It's a thief's dream come true." Bill frowned. "I don't know, Molly. It just feels...wrong. Those are kids' presents." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you've never swiped a toy or two from a store as a kid." "That's different," Bill protested. "It's one thing to lift a toy from a big corporation. It's another thing entirely to rob a bunch of innocent kids." Molly sighed. "Fine. But you're missing out on some top-notch loot. I'm telling you, those kids have got it made. I saw a remote control car that could outrun your Après Ski 'Stang any day of the week." Bill's eyes widened. "Wait a minute. You're saying there's a car out there that's faster than my baby?" "Oh, yeah," Molly said, nodding. "And it's just sitting there, ripe for the taking." Bill hesitated for a moment before a sly grin spread across his face. "Well, when you put it that way...I guess just this once, we can make an exception."