Molly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, leaned against the parked getaway van. The neon lights from the nearby street sign flickered above them, casting dancing shadows on her face. Bill, his hands tucked into his pockets, surveyed the scene. "This is going to be a cake walk, Molly. Kids' party, presents at their feet. We'll be in and out before they know we're there." Molly chuckled, a low, husky sound. "You always say that, Bill. But you're not exactly the most subtle thief in the world. I'm surprised they haven't put 'Do Not Disturb' signs on their windows yet." Bill scoffed, "And here I thought you were the brains of the operation. I've just got the brawn." Molly rolled her eyes. "Right. You're the one who's got 'Hey, what's that?' written all over your forehead. We need a plan, Bill. Something that won't get us knocked over by a tiny tricycle." Bill grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Fine, fine. Let's go with the old 'clown in the balloon' trick. I'll distract them, you make off with the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think they won't just run away from you?" Bill shrugged, unperturbed. "Well, if they don't, we'll just... you know, steal from them." Molly sighed dramatically. "We're not mugging a bunch of 5-year-olds, Bill. We're trying to steal their presents without getting them scared. And we're not doing it in a costume that'll make us look like a giant, inflatable clown." Bill laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Look, I'm just trying to keep things interesting. Besides, if we don't at least try the inflatable clown, how will we know if it works?" Molly shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Fine. But if this goes sideways, don't say I didn't warn you." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wouldn't dream of it, Molly. After all, you're the one who's got 'I'm going to steal presents from a bunch of kids' written all over your face." Molly laughed, a sound that echoed in the quiet night. "Let's just hope we're the only ones who can read lips, Bill." Bill nodded, determination in his eyes. "Let's do this. But if they catch us, I'm blaming you." Molly chuckled, "And I'm blaming you. After all, I'm the one who's got the plan." Bill grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I guess we'll see who's the one who ends up with the presents." Molly winked, a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's hope it's us." And with that, they made their way towards the house, ready to pull off the heist of the century - or at least the night.