"I still think this is a stupid idea, Molly," Bill muttered, his eyes scanning the brightly colored balloons and oversized teddy bears adorning the front yard of the McAllister mansion. "Come on, Bill, it'll be fun! Think of it as an elaborate game of hide-and-seek," Molly replied, her voice a mix of mischief and excitement. "Besides, those kids are swimming in presents. They won't even miss a few." Bill shook his head, adjusting the black ski mask perched precariously on his bald head. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's going to be explaining to the cops why we're dressed like ninjas in a kid's birthday party." Molly laughed, a tinkling sound that seemed out of place amidst the nervous chatter of children and the shrill squeals of a clown. "Relax, Bill. We're not going to hurt anyone. We're just...liberating some surplus toys." "Liberating," Bill repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Sounds like a fancy word for theft to me."