Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley, their eyes darting around nervously. The sound of children's laughter echoed from nearby. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, fidgeting with his ski mask. "Absolutely. It's foolproof," Molly replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Think about it: tons of presents, minimal security." Bill sighed. "But it's a kid's party. Doesn't that seem... I dunno, wrong?" "Wrong? We're thieves, Bill. It's what we do," Molly scoffed. "Yeah, but-" "No buts. Now, here's the plan," Molly interrupted, pulling out a crude diagram. "You distract the clown while I sneak in through the back." Bill's eyes widened. "Wait, there's a clown?" "Focus, Bill! Once inside, I'll stuff the gifts into these bags," Molly continued, ignoring his concern. "And then what? We just walk out with sacks full of toys?" Molly grinned. "Exactly. They'll be too busy with cake and games to notice." Bill shook his head. "This is crazy." "Crazy brilliant. Now, let's go make some children cry!" With that, they slipped into the shadows, ready to execute their audacious plan.