Molly peered around the corner, eyes scanning the festive chaos. Balloons floated lazily, and children’s laughter echoed through the yard. She muttered, "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing presents from kids seems a bit... villainous." Bill adjusted his cap, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Come on, Molly. It’s just a harmless heist. Think of all the glitter-filled unicorns we could get. Plus, the kids’ excitement? Overrated." He winked. "We'll be in and out faster than you can say 'pin the tail on the donkey.'" She crossed her arms skeptically. "And what’s the plan? Walk in through the front like a couple of party crashers?" "Exactly," Bill said confidently. "I’ve got a smoke bomb hiding under my hat. One puff, and they’ll be confused as a clown at a chess tournament." Molly hesitated. "You really think we can pull this off without getting caught?" Bill chuckled. "Molly, haven't you seen? We’re artful dodgers. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? The police giving us a timeout?" She rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine, let’s do it. But if this turns into a disaster, I’m blaming the clown."