Molly and Bill crouched behind a colorful bounce house, watching the children frolic and play at the lively party. The duo, dressed in garish clown costumes, had blended in seamlessly with the other entertainers. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly whispered, adjusting her red nose. "I mean, stealing presents from children? It feels a bit low, even for us." Bill scoffed, adjusting his rainbow wig. "Don't be such a softie, Molly. These kids are born into wealth; they won't even miss these gifts. Besides, think of all the money we'll make fencing this stuff." Molly bit her lip, still unsure. "I don't know, Bill. What if we get caught? I don't think I could handle the guilt, or the mockery from the other thieves." "Just focus on the job, Mol. We grab the presents, make a quick exit, and split the cash. Easy peasy." As the children's laughter filled the air, Molly and Bill silently crept towards the unsuspecting pile of wrapped gifts, their minds set on the heist at hand.