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Molly adjusted her ski mask and glanced at Bill, who was busy fiddling with a lockpick. "You sure this is the right house?" she whispered. Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the darkened street. "Yep. The address matches the invite. Plus, I saw a bunch of balloons tied to the mailbox. Classic party sign." Molly snorted. "Great. So we're breaking into a house full of screaming kids and their overprotective parents. This is going to be a breeze." Bill grinned. "Relax, Moll. I've got it all figured out. We sneak in through the back door, grab the presents, and slip out before anyone notices. Easy peasy." "Easy peasy?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You do realize we're stealing from children, right? Santa Claus would be ashamed." Bill shrugged. "Hey, presents are presents. Besides, it's not like they'll miss a few. There's probably a mountain of them in there." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Deal." Bill finished with the lock and pushed the door open. "After you, my dear." Molly rolled her eyes and stepped inside, immediately greeted by the sound of children laughing and music playing. She froze. "Bill, there's a clown in there." Bill peeked over her shoulder. "Huh. Guess they went all out for this party." "Great. A clown. Just what we need." Molly scanned the room, spotting the pile of presents in the corner. "There they are. Let's move." They crept across the room, dodging balloons and streamers. Bill reached the presents first and started stuffing them into a large sack. "Got 'em!" he whispered triumphantly. Molly glanced around nervously. "Hurry up, Bill. The clown is looking this way." Bill glanced up, his eyes widening. "Oh crap." The clown started walking towards them, a balloon animal in hand. "Hey, kids! Want a balloon?" Molly and Bill exchanged panicked looks. "Run!" Molly hissed. They bolted for the door, Bill dragging the sack of presents behind him. The clown gave chase, his oversized shoes slapping against the floor. "Thieves!" the clown shouted. "Stop those thieves!" Molly and Bill burst out the back door, laughing hysterically. "We did it!" Bill exclaimed, clutching the sack. "We actually did it!" Molly grinned, her heart pounding. "Yeah, we did. Now let's get out of here before the clown calls the cops." They ran down the street, the sound of the clown's voice fading behind them. Bill glanced at Molly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "So, what do you think we should do with all these presents?" Molly smirked. "I don't know about you, but I could use a new video game."