"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the perfect plan," Molly grinned as she paced back and forth, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The pair huddled in a shadowy alleyway, the distant sound of children's laughter fueling their determination. "Steal presents from a bunch of kids?" Bill scoffed. "Might as well take candy from a baby." Molly stopped abruptly and poked Bill in the chest. "Those 'babies' are the mayor's kids, and their party's gonna be loaded with expensive gifts." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Alright, boss, you've got my attention. What's the plan?" "Dress up like clowns, blend in with the entertainment, then slip out the back with the loot." "Clowns? I can't say I'm thrilled about that part," Bill grimaced. "Hey, whatever pays the bills, right?" Molly slapped Bill's shoulder and laughed. "Now come on, let's suit up and make some kids cry." As Molly and Bill sauntered off into the night, their matching oversized shoes squeaked in unison, the sound echoing throughout the alleyway like a haunting melody.