"Molly, are you sure about this?" Bill asked nervously. "Stealing from kids? That's pretty low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh please, it's just a bunch of bratty rich kid's toys. Their parents can afford to buy more. Besides, haven't you heard about those high-end toy collectors? Some of those presents could be worth a fortune on the black market." "I don't know..." Bill said skeptically. "What if we get caught? And don't you have any shred of decency?" "Decency won't put prime rib on the table, Bill," Molly scoffed. "Don't worry, foolproof plan. We infiltrate the party as clowns, grab the loot, and sleight of hand our way out of there. Easy peasy." Bill sighed. "I suppose I'm in. But if we don't stick to the plan, I'm out." "Just relax," Molly said. "There's nothing to worry about. It's just like any other job - except this time, we get to wear rainbow wigs and red noses. How can it go wrong?"