Molly checked her watch, then glanced at the half-empty room. "Bill, you sure this is the right place? Last time you said that, we ended up stealing a bunch of root vegetables from a vegan co-op." Bill adjusted his Santa hat. "I'm as sure as I was that cabbages would fetch a decent price on the black market. Anyway, yeah, this is where the intel said the party would be. You want in or not? Because if you don't, I can make it a solo act, Molly." "Yeah, sure," she said, rolling her eyes, "like you managed that damned turnip heist all by your lonesome." Bill winced. Point taken. "Alright, alright, so we're in this together. Here's the plan. We pretend to be entertainers." Molly snorted. "You and me, entertainers? That's rich. I can barely remember the words to 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.'" "Well, good thing I'm a genius then, ain't it? I'll show up as a clown. You come in as the balloon animal artist. We blend in, scope the joint, and make off with presents while the parents are too busy being horrified by our antics to care." Molly nodded. "And what if someone gets suspicious? You know, like they wonder why the 'clown' doesn't do any clowning and the 'balloon artist' only seems capable of tying lousy knots?" Bill grinned. "We charm 'em. We tell 'em we're avant-garde artists, breaking down the barriers of what can be considered entertainment. It's like that time we tried to pass off those 'artisanal' breadsticks at the fancy food critique." Molly sighed. "You do remember that didn't go exactly to plan, right? We ended up giving away free breadsticks thanks to our 'generous sponsorship.'" Bill laughed. "Ah, but this time we're prepared. Between us, we might actually pull it off." Molly looked skeptical. "And what if we get caught?" Bill patted her arm comfortingly. "We'll say we're fundraising for charity. A very obscure charity." She smirked. "The 'World Association of Anonymous Good Deeds,' I'm guessing." Bill nodded, serious now. "Exactly. No one's gonna argue with that. And besides, we're good at this, Molly. We just need to believe in ourselves." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Believing in ourselves never really helped with the root vegetables." Bill sighed. "Alright, you win. But this is a solid plan, trust me. Let's just do it before I change my mind." Molly smirked. "Deal. But next time, you pick the locks and I'll do the stealing." Bill chuckled. "Deal. Now, let's turn on those smiles. Time to bring joy to children and walk away with their loot." They strode into the brightly decorated hall, wearing their disguises with newfound confidence. The kids, blissfully unaware of the impending heist, squealed and cheered at the sight of a clown and a balloon artist. Molly, under her breath, murmured, "Here goes nothing." Bill winked, "Remember, we're entertainers now. Break a leg!"