Molly leaned over the blueprint of the house, her finger tracing the pathway to the living room. "Bill, we enter through the back door. Quiet as a cat, swift as a snake." Bill scratched his head, squinting at the plan. "Right, but how do we get past the army of ankle-biters? Heard they've got hyper senses for sweets and troublemakers." "We blend in, genius. Clown costumes." Bill grimaced. "Clown costumes? I hate clowns." Molly rolled her eyes. "Do you want the loot or not? We're stealing presents, not attending a fashion show." "Fine, fine. But what about the presents? Those kiddos’ll be swarming like bees around them." "That's where the magic happens," Molly chuckled. "Ever heard of the Great Distraction Dance?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna dance? In front of kids? At a party?" "Not me, you! I'll handle the swag bagging. You just shuffle, moonwalk, or whatever." Bill sighed dramatically. "My dancing could cause more distress than distraction, Molly." "Don’t underestimate the power of distraction! Plus, you in a clown costume doing the moonwalk? Priceless." "Yeah, priceless until we end up on 'Funniest Home Videos' as the clown thieves who tripped over their giant shoes."