Molly and Bill sat in their beat-up van, binoculars trained on the festive chaos unfolding across the street. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You create a distraction while I sneak in and grab the presents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "What kind of distraction are we talking about here, Mol?" "Use your imagination! Set off some fireworks, start a conga line, just make sure all eyes are on you." " Conga line? At a kids' party? You're the expert, but that sounds like a recipe for disaster." Molly smirked. "Exactly. Chaos is our friend. While you're dancing, I'll be making off with the goods." "I hope you're right about this, Mol. Stealing from kids doesn't exactly feel like our finest hour." "Hey, we're not taking anything they'll miss. Besides, it's not like we don't have a reputation to uphold. The satuńes are known for their daring heists!" "I suppose you're right. Alright, fine. But if I end up getting thrown in a bouncy castle jail, you owe me one."