Molly, crouched behind the neatly trimmed hedge, peeked at the lively party. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from kids?" Bill, stuffing his face with a stolen cupcake, shrugged. "They're just toys, Molly. Besides, it's not like we're stealing their imagination." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's rich. 'Imagination can't be stolen, Bill.' Is that your new motto?" Bill grinned, "I'm just saying, we're doing them a favor. They get to play cops and robbers for real." Molly sighed, "Fine. But we're not taking the teddy bears. They're probably all named 'Mr. Snuggles' or something." Bill chuckled, "Deal. No 'Mr. Snuggles' heist today. Now, let's move. The piñata's about to be smashed. That's our cue." Molly nodded, "Alright. But if I see one tear, Bill, just one tear—" Bill rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. We'll return the toys and steal their veggies instead."