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Molly and Bill crouched behind a bush, whispering their plan. "Molly, this is crazy. Breaking into a children's party to grab all the presents? Those kids will be devastated," Bill muttered. "Devastated? Please, Bill, they're spoiled rotten with all this birthday excess. Here's the plan: we dress as pizza delivery guys, knock on the door, and while the mom pays, you slip inside and start loading the gift table into our van. I'll handle the door," Molly explained. "A pizza guy? In the middle of the party? And what if the clown sees us? Clowns are suspicious, they see through disguises. Also, no van, remember the car broke down last job. We're on foot," Bill protested. "On foot it is then, more stealthy anyway. Ignore the clown, focus on the loot. Take the action figures and bikes, leave the books. If a kid spots us, tell them we're magic elves helping Santa early. Kids believe anything. Ready to go? This score will fund our next big job for months," Molly insisted. "Alright, elves it is. But no crying! If I hear one sniffle, I'm leaving you with the loot. Let's move before they cut the cake," Bill agreed reluctantly.