Molly, crouched behind a bush shaped like a giraffe, scrutinized the sprawling mansion. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a kid's party?" Bill, camouflaged by a flamingo bush, shrugged. "Molly, it's not the kids we're stealing from. It's the spoiled brats' parents. They won't miss a few dozen iPads and diamond-studded yo-yos." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Diamond-studded yo-yos?" "You know how these rich folks are. Anything to keep their little darlings quiet." Bill grinned, holding up a small gadget. "Besides, I've got a plan." Molly squinted at the device. "Is that a... drone?" "Not just any drone," Bill said proudly. "It's a piñata drone. Blends right in, snatches the goodies, and zooms back to us." Molly chuckled. "Only you could turn a children's party into a high-stakes heist, Bill." "Stick with me, kid," Bill winked. "We'll be the talk of the underworld—and the playground."