Molly leaned against the fence, scrutinizing the party through her binoculars. "Bill, you're sure about this?" she asked, not looking away from the scene. Bill, munching on a stolen sandwich, replied, "Molly, it's not my fault kids don't know the value of a good old-fashioned heist. Besides, it's not like we're stealing their toys. We're just redistributing the wealth, so to speak." Molly sighed. "Redistributing? Bill, we're thieves, not Robin Hood." Bill chuckled. "Well, Robin Hood was a bit of a chancer himself. Besides, who's going to miss a few plastic dinosaurs?" "Fine," Molly said, handing over her binoculars. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill just winked and started planning. "Alright, the plan is simple. I'll distract the parents with a magic trick. You sneak in, grab the presents, and we're out of there before they can say 'abracadabra'."