Molly, crouched behind a neatly trimmed hedge, studied the house overflowing with the squeals and laughter of children. "Bill," she whispered, "are you sure about this? Stealing from kids, really?" Bill, adjusting his ridiculous caterer's uniform, shrugged. "Think of it as... redistributing happiness. Besides, these kids are spoiled rotten. They won't miss a few presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A few? You mean all. And what's with the uniform? You look like a clown who got lost on the way to the circus." Bill grinned, "Exactly. No one suspects the clown. Now, let's go over the plan again. You distract the magician, I'll grab the presents, and we'll be out before the cake is cut." Molly sighed, "Fine. But if any of those kids cries because their new toy is gone, I'm blaming you." Bill chuckled, "Deal. Now let's go make some 'magic' happen."