"Oi, what's the plan?" Bill asked, nervously adjusting his tie as they crept through the back gate. "I mean, we're breaking into a bloody kid's party, for fuck's sake." Molly smirked, pulling out a lockpick set from her jacket pocket. "Relax, it'll be a piece of piss. Just act natural, keep yer gob shut, and grab the presents when I give the signal." Bill gulped audibly as they approached the brightly colored tent pitched in the garden. Giggling and screaming could be heard from within. Molly jimmied the lock with deft fingers until it clicked open. They slipped inside, instantly assaulted by garish decorations and a cacophony of excited children. "Happy birthday, love!" Molly trilled to the startled parents as she barged past. "Molly's here to entertain the kiddies!" "Ah yes, the clown," the father said, looking confused but not wanting to question a professional party entertainer. Molly winked salaciously at him before turning to face the wide-eyed children gathered around a pile of gaily wrapped gifts. "Who wants to play a silly game?" she asked in an exaggerated, squeaky voice. The kids cheered raucously. Molly nodded to Bill who was hovering anxiously by the doorway. "Well, you better start opening those presents then, eh? And hand them all to me to put in my big bag for safe keeping!" Bill blanched but obediently began grabbing armfuls of toys, hastily shoving them into his sack. The children looked puzzled but compliant. "Quick, the rest of you help me, it's a clown magic trick!" Molly urged, motioning wildly. The party guests swarmed the present pile in gleeful cooperation. Within minutes, Bill had stuffed the last of the loot into his straining sack. "There we are then!" Molly said brightly. "The birthday boy's got a nice surprise - I'm taking all these gifts to the toy factory to be blessed and sprinkled with fairy dust before they're distributed! Ta ta!" She grabbed the bulging bag from a bewildered Bill and practically sprinted from the tent. Bill goggled for a moment, then chased after her, fumbling to zip up his overloaded sack. Outside, they heard the parents and children debating whether the clown had taken the presents by accident. Molly and Bill legged it down the alleyway, c