Molly and Bill huddled in the alleyway, scanning the cheerful invitation to little Timmy's birthday party that was taped to the side of the community center. Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief as she read the list of festivities. "Cake, balloons, pinata...this kid's going all out." Bill rubbed his hands together, a greedy grin spreading across his face. "And the best part? All those unsuspecting parents bringing their gift-wrapped goodies right to our doorstep. I'm telling you, Molly, this is going to be a haul for the ages." Molly chuckled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh yeah, because nothing says 'aged like fine wine' like a crate of used stuffed animals and half-priced Lego sets." Bill shot her a look. "Hey, don't knock it till we try it, Molls. We can fence that stuff online for a pretty penny. And who knows, maybe we'll even score a few gift cards to top it all off." Molly snorted, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Gift cards? You really know how to dream big, Bill. Alright, let's get down to business. What's the plan?" Bill leaned in, a sly glint in his eye. "Well, I was thinking we sneak in during the piñata-smashing contest...either that or during the inevitable temper tantrum when someone gets kicked out of Musical Chairs."