"Right, I've got the key to the backdoor," Molly said as she slipped it into her bra. "You just need to create a diversion." Bill grinned. "No worries. I'll start by crashing the party and pretending to be the clown. Then, once I have them all distracted with my juggling and magic tricks, you sneak in and grab the presents." "They better have good ones this year," Molly grumbled. "I'm not risking my neck for another pile of crappy plastic toys." Bill chuckled. "Just think of it as community service. We're giving these rich brats a taste of the real world." "Ha! I'd rather they stay spoiled and oblivious. It makes them easier to rob later on." Bill shrugged. "Fair point. Anyway, I'm heading in now. Wish me luck!" As Bill made his way to the front door, Molly shook her head and muttered under her breath. "Clowns. Kids. Parties. This is so not my scene. But if there's a shiny new bike or some cash inside, I guess I can deal with the noise for a bit." She checked her watch impatiently, waiting for Bill's signal so she could finally put an end to this ridiculous charade and get to the good part - filling her pockets and backpack with all the loot. Childish games were one thing, but this was her livelihood at stake. "Let's do this shit already," Molly growled. "The faster we're in and out, the better. I swear, one more round of 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' and I might just lose what's left of my sanity..." <|end_of_text|>