Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, studying a crudely drawn map of the party venue. Molly, a wiry woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, tapped the map with a pencil. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. You'll distract the kids with your clown act while I sneak in through the back and grab the presents." Bill, a portly man with a bushy mustache, frowned. "A clown act? I don't know, Molly. Those little rascals terrify me." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You've faced down security guards and snarling dogs. You can handle a few ankle-biters." "I suppose," Bill grumbled. "But what if they start pulling on my pant legs or trying to look up my nose?" "Just honk your nose and do a little dance. They'll be too mesmerized to cause any trouble." Molly grinned wickedly. "And while you're keeping them occupied, I'll be making off with the real prize." Bill sighed heavily. "Fine, I'll do it. But I'm not wearing those big floppy shoes. I nearly broke my neck last time." "Fair enough," Molly conceded. "But you have to wear the wig and the red nose. We need you to look the part." "Alright, alright," Bill muttered, scratching at his mustache. "But I get to pick the getaway music." Molly narrowed her eyes. "Not that polka nonsense again. I swear, last time I had that accordion riff stuck in my head for days." Bill chuckled. "Fine, no polka. But I'm not listening to that dreadful pop music you love so much." "Deal," Molly said, extending her hand. They shook on it, sealing their pact. As they finalized their plans, Molly couldn't help but smirk. "You know, Bill, we're probably going to end up on Santa's naughty list for this one." Bill laughed, his belly jiggling. "I've been on that list for years, my dear. But think of it this way: we're just redistributing the wealth. Those rich kids have plenty of toys. We're performing a public service, really." Molly snorted. "A public service? Sure, we'll go with that. Just remember, when we're divvying up the loot, I get first pick. I've got my eye on that remote-controlled car." Bill scoffed. "Over my dead body. I've been wanting one of those since I was a kid." "Guess we'll have to flip for it," Molly said with a shrug. As they continued to banter and plan, the excitement of the heist grew. They knew it was risky, but the thrill of the challenge was too great to resist. With a final glance at the map, Molly and Bill stood up, ready to put their daring plan into action.