"How are we even going to break into a children's party?" Molly asked, her brow furrowing as she tried to wrap her mind around the plan Bill had come up with. "Easy," Bill replied, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "It's not like anyone's going to suspect two adults dressed in fancy costumes and carrying big bags." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she muttered, but there was a twinge of amusement in her tone. "So," Bill continued, ignoring her comment, "the party starts at four, right? We show up at three, sneak in through the back door—" "There's got to be security cameras," Molly interrupted. "Nah, it's a kids' party," Bill shrugged. "Who's gonna bother with that?" Molly sighed. "Fine, let's assume you're right for a second. We're in, now what?" "We blend in," Bill said, tapping a finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Dress as clowns, maybe? Or princesses? The kids will love it." "And the parents?" Molly asked skeptically. Bill grinned. "Parents are distracted at kids' parties. They're too busy making sure the little rugrats don't choke on their own vomit to notice a couple of harmless clowns wandering around." Molly sighed. "This whole thing is just asking for trouble, you know that?" Bill shrugged. "Life's a gamble," he said with a shrug. "But if we play our cards right, we could walk away with a pretty penny." "And what about the kids' presents?" Molly asked. "They'll be heartbroken if they wake up on Christmas morning and all their presents are gone." Bill shrugged again. "It's not our fault," he said. "Besides, parents should really be more responsible with their gifts. They shouldn't leave them out in the open where anyone could steal them." Molly sighed. "I guess you have a point," she said reluctantly. "Great," Bill beamed. "So, ready to become the most notorious Santa and Mrs. Claus in the business?" Molly groaned. "I hate you," she said, but there was a laugh hidden in her voice. The days leading up to the party were filled with excitement – and stress. Molly and Bill spent hours agonizing over the perfect costumes, practicing their fake laughter, and rehearsing their cover story in case they were caught. On the day of the party, they arrived at the venue early, sneaking through the back door as planned. Molly, dressed as a flamboyant clown with a rainbow wig and oversized shoes, and Bill, disguised as a cheery Santa with a fake beard and red suit, slipped past the confused bouncer and disappeared into the crowd. The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, and Molly and Bill were quickly swept up in the chaos of children's laughter and colorful decorations. They mingled among the parents, offering to take pictures and hand out balloon animals, all the while keeping an eye on the presents piled high under the Christmas tree. As the party started to wind down, Molly and Bill made their move. Using their "jolly" disguises to their advantage, they managed to distract the parents long enough to grab as many presents as they could carry and sneak out the back door. Emerging into the cold night air, they piled the stolen presents into the trunk of their getaway car and drove off into the darkness, laughing hysterically at their successful heist. Of course, they never did take into account the disappearance of their costumes – or the parents' outrage once they realized their children's gifts were missing. But hey, you win some, you lose some, right?