Molly checked her watch, "We've got exactly 20 minutes until the cake's cut, and the parents are all distracted with the photo booth. We'll go in, grab the presents, and split before anyone notices." Bill smirked, "And what about the kids? You think they'll just let us waltz in and out?" Molly rolled her eyes, "Relax, Bill. We'll have the presents and be gone before they can say 'pin the tail on the donkey'." Bill crossed his arms, "And how do you plan to do that? They'll be screaming bloody murder." Molly grinned, "Easy. We'll dress up as the piñata. They'll be too busy trying to hit us that they won't see us walk right into the present pile." Bill looked skeptical, "You're sure about this?" Molly nodded, "Trust me, Bill. It's foolproof. And besides, who's ever going to suspect the piñata?" Bill sighed, "You're insane, you know that?" Molly laughed, "That's why you're always the one holding the bag." Bill chuckled, "Fair enough. Let's do this." Together, they donned their piñata costumes, and with a final check of their plan, they slipped into the party, ready to make their grand heist.