The dusty van rumbled along the deserted road, its battered exterior concealing a treasure trove of heist-worthy gadgets and gizmos. Molly drummed her fingers on the worn steering wheel, her mind racing with the intricate details of their latest caper. "Alright, Bill," she said, glancing at her partner-in-crime through the rearview mirror. "You got the schematics for this shindig?" Bill, a lanky fellow with a mischievous glint in his eye, held up a crumpled piece of paper. "Right here," he replied, smoothing out the creases. "Looks like it's a birthday bash for little Timmy Wilkins, turning the ripe old age of eight." "Perfect," Molly chuckled. "Those rich brats always get the best loot." "You got a plan for getting past the parents?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. Molly grinned wickedly. "Oh, I've got something special whipped up for that." The van pulled up to a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of town, and the two thieves hopped out, making their way to a secluded corner. Molly rummaged through a dusty crate, emerging with a pair of colorful costumes. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed, holding up a garish clown suit and a furry mascot costume. "The perfect disguises to infiltrate a kid's party." Bill's eyes widened. "Brilliant! They'll never suspect a thing." "Exactly," Molly said, tossing Bill the clown outfit. "Now, get dressed. We're about to put on the performance of a lifetime." Half an hour later, the van rolled up to the Wilkins' lavish estate, where a raucous party was in full swing. Children shrieked with delight as a giant, furry bear and a colorful clown tumbled out of the van, juggling and honking horns. "Hello, kids!" Molly bellowed in a high-pitched voice from inside the mascot costume. "Who's ready for some fun?" The children swarmed around them, their eyes wide with excitement, as Molly and Bill put on an energetic show, complete with magic tricks and silly dances. All the while, they kept a watchful eye on the pile of presents, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Hey, kids!" Bill shouted, his face painted with a wide, red grin. "Who wants to see a really cool trick?" The children cheered, and Bill reached into his pocket, producing a small remote control. With a click of a button, a compartment in the bear costume opened, and a shower of confetti exploded outward, captivating the children's attention. While the distraction unfolded, Molly slipped away from the crowd and made her way to the presents, quickly stuffing them into a large sack. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure the coast was clear, and then scurried back to the van, tossing the sack into the back. "Alright, Bill," she whispered into a hidden microphone. "Time to wrap up this circus act." Bill nodded imperceptibly and launched into a grand finale, complete with a dazzling fireworks display that had the children enthralled. As the smoke cleared, he grabbed Molly's paw and shouted, "Thanks for having us, kids! We've gotta run!" They scrambled into the van, peeling out of the driveway with a squeal of tires, leaving a trail of laughter and confusion in their wake. As they sped down the highway, Molly and Bill high-fived, reveling in the success of their daring heist. "Another job well done," Molly chuckled, patting the sack of stolen presents. "Those kids will never know what hit 'em."