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Molly leaned against the brick wall of the alley, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Bill paced back and forth, his eyes darting around nervously. "You sure about this, Moll?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stealing presents from a bunch of kids? Seems a bit low, even for us." Molly took a long drag from her cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it under her heel. "Relax, Bill. It's not like we're taking candy from babies. These are just presents. Besides, we could use the cash." Bill stopped pacing and turned to face her, his brow furrowed. "But what if we get caught? What if the parents find out it was us?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We've been over this a million times, Bill. We'll be in and out before anyone even notices. And if we do get caught, we'll just play dumb. Who would suspect a couple of middle-aged thieves of stealing from a children's party?" Bill sighed, knowing she was right. "Fine, but I still don't like it. What's the plan?" Molly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. "According to this, the party is being held at the Henderson's house on Elm Street. It starts at 2 PM and goes until 5 PM. We'll wait until the kids are distracted with cake and presents, then make our move." "And what about the parents?" Bill asked, his eyes scanning the paper. Molly smirked. "That's where you come in, Bill. You'll be our distraction. You'll pretend to be a clown and entertain the kids while I sneak into the house and grab the presents." Bill's eyes widened. "A clown? Are you serious?" Molly nodded. "It's perfect. No one will suspect a clown of anything. Plus, it'll give you a chance to show off your balloon animal skills." Bill groaned, knowing he had no choice. "Fine, but I'm not wearing a red nose. And I better get a cut of the profits." Molly laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Bill. You'll get your fair share. Now let's get going. We've got a party to crash."