Molly adjusted the binoculars and took a closer look at the chaos unfolding in the backyard of the Smith's residence. A dozen sugar-high kids were running around, screaming at the top of their lungs, while their frazzled parents tried to keep up. A giant banner that read "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" flapped in the breeze, and a table overflowing with gifts sat enticingly in the center of the mayhem. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, a sly grin spreading across her face. Bill raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You want to steal presents from a bunch of kids? That's just wrong, Molly." "Come on, they're just going to end up with a bunch of useless plastic toys and ugly sweaters. We're doing them a favor, really," Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. "That's not exactly the kind of rationalization I'd want to use in front of a judge," Bill replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, don't be such a goody-goody. It's not like we're stealing from orphans or something. These kids are getting plenty of goodies from their indulgent parents. We're just... rebalancing the universe, one pilfered playset at a time," Molly said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Bill shook his head, but a small smile played on his lips. "You're something else, Molly. Alright, let's get down to business. What's the plan?" Molly's grin grew wider. "I've been casing this joint for weeks, my friend. I know the schedule, the layout, the whole shebang. We go in during the piñata break, when the kids are distracted and the parents are busy refereeing the sugar-fueled riot. We grab the loot and make a quick exit, before anyone even notices what's happening." "That's not half bad, but what about the security cameras?" Bill asked, his brow furrowed in concern. Molly chuckled. "Leave that to me, my friend. I've got a little something up my sleeve – or rather, in my bag of tricks. A tiny little gadget that'll take care of those pesky cameras in no time." Bill raised an eyebrow, impressed. "You're a regular little MacGyver, aren't you?" Molly winked. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here. Now, shall we get into costume and get this show on the road?" Bill looked at her quizzically. "Costume?" Molly rummaged through a nearby duffel bag, producing a pair of bright orange wigs and two oversized, novelty sunglasses. "We're going in as a pair of bumbling party clowns, naturally. The perfect disguise." Bill groaned, taking the offered wig and sunglasses. "You're enjoying this way too much, Molly."