The late afternoon sun slanted through the window as Molly and Bill huddled in the tiny kitchen, a map of Timmy Fletcher’s backyard spread before them. It was chaos depicted in crayon, complete with a bouncy castle drawn in wild circles. Molly tapped a specific spot, her voice hushed with the gravity of a master plan. "Alright, here’s where we make our move, right after the piñata hits the floor." Bill raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "During the piñata? Isn’t that too crowded, Molly? What if someone spots us?" "Not a chance," Molly said, confident as ever. "They’ll all be diving for candy like seagulls on an open bag of chips. It’s the perfect distraction." Bill scratched his head, thinking it over. "And how do we deal with the cake situation? You know they'll be guarding it like it’s the crown jewels." "Simple," Molly grinned. "That’s why we’ve got Timmy’s cousin, the little sugar monster, on our side. She creates chaos, while we swoop in." Bill chuckled, reassured. "You’ve thought of everything." Molly nodded, eyes gleaming. "It’s foolproof, Bill. By the time they find the presents gone, we’ll be legends."