The clandestine meeting began at a secluded café just outside the city. Molly's eyes darted towards her steely, new accomplice, Bill. "You're sure about this, right?" Molly's voice dripped with disbelief and curiosity. For the unconventional duo, this opportunity was too tempting to disregard. "Are we not Thief and Thieve-Avan-Derma after all?" With a trace of pride glowing in his eyes, Bill's convergent eyes beamed like twinkling stars on a secluded planet, ready to embark on a mission. "These presents are the shiniest items in the town." Greed profusely dripped from Molly's words. The idea of having them all to themselves was a dream come true – a sweet timeless childhood memory to cherish for eternity. "But how? They're surrounded by guards, and the children's laughter is like a beehive," Bill quizzed. The situation quickly turned complex, demanding a more critical approach. "We will disguise ourselves as clowns and balloon-twist dexterously," perhaps no child could sniff out their true identity. "Excellent!" A half smile spread across Molly's lips while she contemplated the plan. The makeshift clown costumes were the only key needed to turning their dream into a reality – stealing the presents while laughing their way to their future thievery. The hilarity dawned upon them, making it seem like an unstoppable force. Their he-devious plan had them grinning audaciously for the first time. As for the actual heist – it was going to be a laughter-filled carnival ride, a drama underpinned by humour, choice, and adherence to the unwritten thievery code.