Molly and Bill huddled in the shadows of a nearby alley, the glow of the streetlights casting long, dancing shadows on their faces. The sound of children's laughter and the distant clatter of party decorations drifted through the air. Molly's eyes narrowed as she studied the house, her breath visible in the chilly night. Bill, on the other hand, was more concerned with the contents of the bag slung over his shoulder, his fingers itching to open it. "You sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, her gaze flicking to him. "Kids' parties? Really?" Bill shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's not like they use proper security, Mol. Besides, who's gonna suspect a couple of kids dressed as clowns?" Molly sighed, her gaze returning to the house. "Just don't get us arrested again, Bill. I'm not going back to that dump for another three years." Bill chuckled, a low, raspy sound. "Relax, Mol. It's all about the plan. And we have the best plan in the business." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The best plan? You mean the one that has us dressed as clowns and planning to steal all the presents from a kids' party?" Bill grinned, his teeth a flash of white in the darkness. "Exactly. Now let's get to work, partner." With that, they slipped out of the alley and towards the house, a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose binding them together. The night's adventure was about to begin.