Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of a playground, their eyes fixed on the brightly decorated house across the street. The sound of children's laughter and music drifted through the air, a stark contrast to their nefarious intentions. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, his voice trembling slightly. Molly rolled her eyes. "It's foolproof. Kids are distracted, parents are busy. We sneak in, grab the goods, and disappear." Bill fidgeted with his ski mask. "But stealing from children? That's low, even for us." "Grow a spine, Bill," Molly hissed. "Think of all those shiny new toys just waiting for us." They watched as a clown stumbled out of his car, juggling an assortment of balloons. "Perfect," Molly grinned. "Our ticket in." Before Bill could protest, Molly darted across the street, dragging him along. They cornered the unsuspecting clown, leaving him tied up behind a bush. Donning his colorful outfit and wig, they sauntered towards the house, ready to infiltrate the party and make off with their ill-gotten gains.