Molly adjusted her cap, the brim casting a shadow over her eyes. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the party at noon sharp. The kids will be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Kids notice everything. They're like tiny detectives with sticky fingers." Molly chuckled. "True, but their attention spans are shorter than a goldfish. We'll be in and out before they can say 'Where's my teddy bear?'" Bill nodded. "So, we're going for the presents, then?" Molly wiggled her eyebrows. "Not just the presents, Bill. We're going for the piñata too. Think of all the candy!" Bill let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of sugar. We might need reinforcements." Molly shook her head. "Just the two of us. Less noise, less risk." Bill scratched his chin. "What about security? You think those party clowns are packing heat?" Molly laughed. "Clowns? Please. Those guys are more likely to slip on a banana peel than pull a trigger." Bill smirked. "Good point. So, what's our escape route?" Molly tapped her chin. "We'll go out the back, through the garden. There's a rusty fence we can climb over. Should be a piece of cake." Bill grinned. "Cake, presents, candy. This is shaping up to be a pretty good day." Molly nodded. "Just remember, no screw-ups. We don't want to end up on Santa's naughty list." Bill chuckled. "Santa ain't got nothing on us." Molly and Bill exchanged a high five, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They were ready to pull off the greatest children's party heist of all time.