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Bill rubbed his hands together, eyes flashing with glee. "Can you believe this? A children's party, ripe for the taking! Parents are so distracted; we'll breeze in, snatch those shiny presents, and breeze out. Easy peasy!" Molly frowned, adjusting her disguise—a begrudging Mrs. Potato Head costume. "Easy for you maybe. They'll never buy me as a toy. I'm more Lance Armstrong than Prime Minister Potato. "Come on, Molly!" Bill snorted. "Put a little pep in that step! We need to get inside." Rolling her eyes, Molly followed Bill towards the chaos. The backyard was abuzz with the shrieks and laughter of children. Parents milled about, holding colorfully wrapped presents, chatting and sipping punch. Bill leaned in, whispering, "See those presents by the picnic table? That's our target." Molly spotted a little girl approaching, chocolate coating her face and dress. She extended a gift to them, giggling. "For you, Mr. Potato!" Bill looked horrified, sheepishly taking the present. "Uh, geographically, thank you. We'd better move these to the van." As they rushed to their hideout, presents in tow, Bill couldn't help but gloat. "See, Molly? Smooth as butter and fun at that. The joys of children's parties, eh?" "I'm never doing one of these again," Molly muttered. Just then, a spot light illuminated their getaway and a voice yelled, "Freeze, you bunglers!"