"Are you sure this is a good idea, Molly?" Bill whispered, his eyes darting nervously between the cheerful balloons and bright decorations. "Of course, Bill! Think of it as a reverse birthday present," Molly replied, her grin almost as wide as the doorway they were crouched behind. "We're just redistributing the joy." "But... these are children," he protested weakly, wiping his palms on his black pants. Molly rolled her eyes, adjusting her ski mask. "That's exactly why it's brilliant! No one will expect thieves at a kid's party. Now, when the piñata breaks, we make our move." Bill swallowed hard, clutching the empty sack destined for their loot. "And what if we get caught?" With a wink, Molly held up a plastic squirt gun painted to look like a menacing weapon. "Relax, Bill. This is a non-violent operation. Plus, who's going to argue with a couple of crazed, gun-toting party crashers?" Bill could only nod, both terrified and intrigued by his partner's unorthodox plans. As the candy-filled piñata burst open, the children's shrieks of delight echoed throughout the yard. Molly gave Bill a sharp nudge. "It's go time!" The duo leaped from their hiding spot, making a beeline for the pile of gifts. Chaos ensued as panicked parents shouted, kids cried, and everyone stared in disbelief at the sight of Molly and Bill systematically snatching every last present. "Grab that pony, Bill!" Molly called over the cacophony of confusion and anger. "We're gonna need an extra getaway vehicle."