Molly and Bill were huddled together in an alleyway, their eyes lit up with excitement. They had just received intel on the ultimate heist—breaking into a children's party to steal all the presents. "So, how are we going to pull this off?" Molly asked, already imagining the piles of loot they were about to amass. "Easy, we'll just disguise ourselves as clowns," Bill replied, nonchalantly adjusting his red nose. "But what if the kids recognize us?" Molly asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Don't worry about that," Bill reassured her, "we'll be too busy distracting them with balloons and games to notice we're actually stealing from them." They both laughed manically, the sound echoing off the cold, hard walls of the alley. For a moment, it almost seemed like they were children themselves, eagerly plotting their next grand adventure. "So, what's the plan B if something goes wrong?" Molly asked, her eyes narrowing in anticipation of the answer. "Plan B? There is no plan B," Bill declared boldly, his smile never faltering. "We're going to pull this off, and we're going to have the time of our lives doing it." Molly grinned back, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. This was it—the heist of a lifetime. "Okay then, let's do it," she said, clenching her fist in determination. "Let's show those kids and their lame presents who really deserves to have the best haul."