Molly adjusted her ski mask, casting a skeptical glance at Bill. "Are you sure about this, Bill? Stealing presents from a bunch of five-year-olds? That's... that's low, even for us." Bill shrugged, his own mask stretching into a mischievous grin. "Hey, presents are presents, Molly. And think of the challenge! Have you ever tried to pickpocket a toddler? It's practically impossible." Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "That's not the point, Bill. These are defenseless kids. We're supposed to be professionals, not heartless monsters." Bill held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright, calm down. We'll do it quick, in and out. No one gets hurt, no one gets traumatized. We just... borrow the presents for a little while." Molly narrowed her eyes. "Borrow? Bill, you do realize these kids are going to bawl their eyes out when they realize their presents are gone, right? This isn't some game." Bill winked. "You worry too much, Mol. We'll leave behind some cleverly disguised ransom notes. Something like, 'Your presents are on a magical adventure! Be good, and they'll return soon!' They'll think it's all part of the party entertainment." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're insane, you know that?" Bill just laughed, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty alleyway. "Insanity is the spice of life, my dear. Now, let's go over the plan one more time. You'll distract the clown..." "Distract the clown?" Molly interrupted. "Why do I have to distract the clown?" Bill smirked. "Because you're the prettier one, obviously. I'll handle the presents." Molly groaned. "Fine. And then we meet back at the van?" "In ten minutes, sharp," Bill confirmed. "Don't be late, or I'll eat all the piñata candy myself." Molly shook her head, but a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "You're impossible," she muttered, but she followed Bill out of the alley, their black-clad figures melting into the shadowy night.