Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror, her eyes fixed on the colorful banner that read "Happy 8th Birthday, Timmy!" in glittery letters. "Alright, Bill, we've got the perfect opportunity. The kids are in the backyard, and the parents are too distracted by the piñata to notice us sneaking in." Bill rubbed his hands together, excitement building in his voice. "This is it, Molly. The greatest heist of our careers. We're going for the big score: all the presents." Molly snorted. "Presents? You call a few lumps of coal and a tie a big score?" "Just the tip of the iceberg," Bill said, his grin widening. "Think about it: we've got a year's worth of Christmas excess, plus birthdays, baby showers, and who knows what else. We could retire on this haul." He checked the time on his watch, his eyes narrowed. "Okay, we've got about 15 minutes before the party winds down. I'll create a diversion at the candy table, and you slip into the house to grab the loot." As Bill sounded the alarm on his wristwatch, the car's sprinkler system suddenly activated, showering the neighborhood with water. The sounds of shrieking kids and outraged parents filled the air, masking any potential alarms. "Time to get to work, Molly."