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Molly bounced onher toes, eyes wide with manic glee. "Bill, this is genius! A children's party! All those shiny presents under the tree, just... sitting there! Like a candy store for grown-ups!" Bill adjusted his ill-fitting clown shoes, a look of profound skepticism on his face. "Molly, we've discussed this. Stealing from kids? It's... morally questionable. Plus, they're tiny. We'd need a stepladder just to reach the presents." "Stepladder? Pfft! We're professionals! We'll blend in!" Molly twirled, a cheap party hat askew. "We'll be the funniest clowns at the party! Everyone loves clowns! We'll hand out balloon animals and steal the presents right under their noses!" Bill rubbed his temples. "Blending in? Molly, we look like escaped convicts who lost a bet. And 'hand out balloon animals'? That's not a cover, that's a job description. What if a kid asks for their balloon back?" Molly grinned, already imagining the loot. "Then we say, 'Oops! Silly us! Here's a shiny new toy instead!' Problem solved! And the cake! Bill, think of the cake! We could eat half of it before anyone notices!" Bill sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "Molly, the cake is for the kids. They'll cry. And the parents? They'll call the police. And the presents... Molly, what if one of those presents is a live puppy?" Molly's grin faltered, replaced by a look of dawning horror. "A... a puppy? Oh, Bill! That's... that's terrible! We can't steal a puppy! That's... that's just wrong!" Bill nodded solemnly. "Exactly. We're thieves, Molly. Not puppy-nappers. This plan has more holes than Swiss cheese. Let's go back to robbing banks. At least the targets are less... fluffy."