Molly and Bill crouched behind a bush, surveying the brightly lit house through binoculars. "This is our chance," Molly whispered, "a children's party – all those presents just waiting to be snatched." Bill frowned, "But it's a kid's party, Molly. That's low, even for us." Molly shrugged, "Hey, a job's a job. Besides, they won't even miss a few gifts. Come on, Bill, where's your holiday spirit?" "Holiday spirit?" Bill scoffed, "Since when did stealing become a Christmas tradition?" Molly grinned, "Well, if you think about it, the three wise men were technically the first to give and receive stolen goods. I call dibs on being the wise guy." Bill couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, you got me there. So, what's the plan?" Molly outlined their strategy, full of mischievous twists and turns. They'd don clown costumes, blend in with the partygoers, then strike when the chaos reached its peak. After all, who'd suspect a pair of clowns at a children's party? "Just remember," Molly said as they parted, "stick to the plan, and we'll be laughing all the way to the bank – or at least the nearest pawnshop." "Got it," Bill replied, adjusting his clown wig, "but if anyone asks, you talked me into it."