Molly and Bill sat huddled in a dark alley, their breath visible in the cold winter air. It was the perfect day to plan a heist - a children's party. "So how are we gonna do this, Boss?" Bill asked, his eyes darting nervously around the corner of the building. "Easy peasy," Molly replied, smirking. "The kids will all be distracted with games and cake, plus it's during the daytime when no one expects any trouble. We'll just saunter right in and help ourselves to all the loot under the Christmas tree." Bill scratched his head. "I dunno, Molly. Seems kinda risky stealing from kids. What if Santa finds out?" "Don't worry about Santa, sweetheart," Molly snorted. "He's busy delivering presents to every other household in the world. Besides, do you really think those rich kids are going to miss a couple of gifts?" Bill shrugged. "Fair enough. But how about we take just the really expensive stuff then? You know, the remote-controlled cars and drones." Molly smiled. "You're learning, Bill. But no, we take it all. Think of it as payment for disrupting their happiness. Besides, we can always re-gift the stuff that's too childish for us." They both laughed maniacally before getting serious again. "Alright then," Bill said, pulling a small notebook from his pocket. "The party starts at two and ends at five. We go in disguised as clowns because, well...you know why." Molly nodded in agreement. "That's right. And we'll enter through the back door since everyone will be concentrated on the front hall. Once we're inside, we make a beeline for the present pile and start filling our satchels." "And if someone stops us?" Bill asked tentatively. Molly looked at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "First of all, no one stops a clown. Second of all, we distract them with our ridiculous antics and make a run for it." Bill seemed satisfied with her plan. "So, what do you think, boss? Is it a go?" Molly grinned evilly. "Hell yeah, it's a go. Let's do this thing!" And with that, the two thieves slinked into the shadows, ready to wreak havoc on a group of innocent children. Little did they know that they were about to face their match in a group of sneaky six-year-olds who were far more clever than they gave them credit for.