"Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I mean, stealing presents from a children's party? It just feels... wrong." Bill let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, come on, Molly! We're thieves, remember? We take what we want, when we want. Besides, these rich kids won't even miss their presents. They probably get more toys than they know what to do with." Molly sighed, still not entirely convinced. "I don't know, Bill. It just seems like we're stooping to a whole new low." "Look, Molly," Bill said, his tone turning serious. "We've got bills to pay, and this is our way of making a living. If we don't take the presents, someone else will. At least we'll put them to good use." Molly shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "You always know how to justify our actions, don't you?" "That's what I'm here for, my dear partner in crime." Bill grinned. "Now, let's go over the plan one more time. We'll pose as clowns, blend in with the entertainment, and when the coast is clear, we'll snag the presents and make our escape." Molly took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this. But next time, let's aim for something a little more... respectable, okay?"