The dimly lit alleyway stank of rotting garbage and wet cardboard, a perfect place for two enterprising thieves to hatch their cunning plan. Bill and Molly stood facing each other, Bill fidgeting with a paperclip while Molly traced the outline of her purse's zipper with her finger. "So, you're sure about this, right? Stealing presents from a bunch of kids?" Bill asked, his voice wavering, only partially due to the cold. Molly rolled her eyes, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Hey, these aren't just any old presents, Billsy. We're talkin' rare collectibles, limited-edition action figures, drones worth more than your sorry car!" "How do you even know that stuff's gonna be there?" "Trust me, I've got my sources. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? We're getting no-s'ed on by some pipsqueaks? Heck, we'll just say we're the 'fun' cops and take their candy too!" Bill chuckled nervously, but his concerns remained etched on his face. "Alright, fine. But how are we gonna get in there without attracting attention? It's a freakin' kids' party, Molly!" Molly wagged a manicured finger at him and winked. "Leave that to me, B-dawg. We're going in style... as clowns!" "Clowns?" Bill's voice cracked an octave higher, which earned him a nudge in the ribs from Molly.