In the shadowy alley behind the community center, Molly and Bill huddled over a crudely drawn map of the party layout. Molly, a petite woman with a penchant for bright wigs, was dressed as a clown. Bill, a lanky man with a knack for mimicry, wore a pirate costume. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, "You're the distraction. Make 'em laugh, make 'em cry, just keep 'em looking at you." Bill grinned, "Aye, aye, Captain. I'll have those kiddos eating out of my hand." Molly nodded, "Good. I'll slip in, grab the presents, and we're out. Remember, we're not here to steal joy, just stuff." Bill chuckled, "Right. No joy-stealing. Got it." Molly checked her watch, "Showtime. Let's make this our best heist yet." Bill took a deep breath, "For the children... and their presents." They shared a laugh before Molly slipped away, leaving Bill to step into the spotlight, ready to put on the performance of a lifetime.